| Listen to the night, hearken to the silence
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| The wind sings in fir-trees, forest’s music rings
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| Rueful is the tune, wailful the soughing
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| Soothing is the choir, murmur of the trees
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| Time to forget all the heartache and pain
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| Time to leave behind all the toil and travail
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| Here where the water mirrors a still sky
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| Here a fair place for a child to lie
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| Under the woeful sky, moss-grown our bed tonight
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| Here we sprawl in mellow darkness
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| In warm caress of the night
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| Far away from worlds betrayals
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| Afar from all the Heavens might
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| Better to dream, far sweeter to slumber
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| Than face the cold days, bear the grim longing
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| Time to rest a while, close the drowsy eyes
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| Sleep till the dawn, till the bleak morning
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| Heed not the rustle or hoots of the owl
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| Heed not the ghosts that still dwell in the soul
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| Night brings us solace and serenity deep
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| Night brings at last neverending sleep
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| Better it would be to sleep forever
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| In silent shades of the evernight
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| Sweet are the dreams in the groves of death
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| Far away from the earthly woes
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| Sound is the sleep under spruces boughs
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| Serene are the dreams in the darkling shade
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| Gone are the cares of the waking world
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| Forgotten the sorrows of the weary heart |