Come to me when the night is lonely And dream of faraway places Where teardrops dry in the sun. Allow the cool gentle breeze of twilight time To penetrate the corners of your mind And blow away bad memories forever. Then you can become free from The dark lingering clouds of sadness That prevent you …
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale’s high note is heard; It is the hour — when lover’s vows Seem sweet in every whisper’d word; And gentle winds and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, …
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, …
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