| One dark night
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| Fired with love’s urgent longings
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| Ah, the sheer grace
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| In the darkness
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| I went out unseen
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| My house being all now still
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| In the darkness
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| Secured by love’s secret ladder
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| Disguised
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| Oh, the sheer grace
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| In the darkness
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| And in my concealment
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| My house being all now still
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| On that glad night
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| In the secret, for no one saw me
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| Nor did I see any other thing at all
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| With no other light to guide me
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| Than the light burning in my heart
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| And this light guided me
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| More surely than the light of the noon
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| To where he lay waiting for me
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| Waiting for me
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| Him I knew so well
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| In a place where no one else appeared
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| Oh guiding night
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| A light more lovely than the dawn
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| A night that has united
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| Ever now
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| The Lover now with his beloved
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| Transforming two now into one
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| Upon my flowering breast
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| There he lay sleeping
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| Which I kept for him alone
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| And I embraced him
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| And I caressed him
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| In a breeze blowing from the forest
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| And when this breeze blew in from the forest
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| Blowing back our hair
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| He wounded my soul
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| With his gentle hand
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| Suspending all my senses
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| I abandoned, forgetting myself
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| Laying my face on my Beloved
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| All things ceasing, I went out from myself
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| To leave cares
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| Forgotten with the lilies of the field |