The night hums a song in my ear
When it does, my love, draw so near
But I admit that I do fear
That this night, dear, my last would be
And I won't have the chance to see
That smile of thine... O, dear Beauty!
I want to lay my lips on thine
And feel thy breath mix with mine
Forget the world, and feel so fine
I fear, my love, that I would die
And lose the chance to hold thee nigh
To make thee, love, never sigh
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