| Upon a darkened night
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| the flame of love was burning in my breast
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| And by a lantern bright
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| I fled my house while all in quiet rest
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| Shrouded by the night
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| and by the secret stair I quickly fled
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| The veil concealed my eyes
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| while all within lay quiet as the dead
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| Oh night thou was my guide
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| oh night more loving than the rising sun
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| Oh night that joined the lover
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| to the beloved one
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| transforming each of them into the other
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| Upon that misty night
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| in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight
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| Without a guide or light
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| than that which burned so deeply in my heart
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| That fire t’was led me on and shone more bright than of the midday sun
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| To where he waited still
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| it was a place where no one else could come
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| Within my pounding heart
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| which kept itself entirely for him
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| He fell into his sleep
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| beneath the cedars all my love I gave
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| And by the fortress walls
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| the wind would brush his hair against his brow
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| And with its smoothest hand
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| caressed my every sense it would allow
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| I lost myself to him
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| and laid my face upon my lovers breast
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| And care and grief grew dim
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| as in the mornings mist became the light
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| There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair… |