| Though sky he was, not blue or white
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| And wherever the winds were breezing
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| Clouds of black were falling down
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| And rain that was freezing
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| When the lightning struck
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| The moonlight was plain and pale
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| And blinking sky still silent as death
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| Staring from the above
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| We felt the ghostly face of night
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| And the damp covering its might
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| Sitting on the rock beyond the life
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| We stared again at the sky
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| Then the lightning struck the tree
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| Standing fearless on the hill
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| It was whispered to us to come by it
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| And feel the powers of nature so free
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| And now the nightingale was singing
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| Heard by two adventurers smiling
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| Under the moon that was now full
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| And mother nature in its infinity
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| Still the betrothed are sitting beyond the life
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| And wondering the glory and the adore of night
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| And the eternity continues as the freedom
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| Calls us to Dance in the Twilight… |