| Twin brides of light hold back the night so endless
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| Sun kissed, the moon in deepese scarlet dream
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| I find no sleep when beams this summer fool on high
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| For gaze I must upon its radiant jewel
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| I find no peace, no rest to still awareness
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| Sweet rays of hope, calm now my searching soul
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| Strangest of light, which burns as day is dying
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| Wash o’er my sould that I may sleep secure
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| Most gentle nurse, long bringer of tranqulity
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| Now bathes my eyes in nature’s purest glow
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| And would these rays endure for all abiding
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| Still let them shine for all the world to see
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| My sun, my moon, my sisters of invention
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| Whose beads of light fall soft upon the mist
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| Take up thy brush upon this northern canvas
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| Come paint for me a Finnish summer night
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| Take up thy brush upon this northern canvas
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| Fashion for me a Finnish summer night |