O Night, thy attire keepeth the embroidered starry design
And you wore the full moon bright pendent with blissful sign,
Yet I find heavy laden lids and dew on face; you’re not happy,
Waiting for someone you love; know, your hope the sun sappy
Is coming to hug you, to kill the desire existence in his silky arm,
Ah! Love needs love, a dreamy desire with charm and charm
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O Night, thy attire keepeth the embroidered starry design And you wore the full moon bright pendent with blissful sign,