I owe this passion to the sunset clouds
Those little moles on the sky's pretty face
I owe them a song, a smile, some molds
Of feelings upon me they used to grace
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O waves, blue waves, you are restless
You are the pulses of the troubled sea
That moves in a way which is endless
I think it longs for things on the bay
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Sunset Clouds
I owe this passion to the sunset clouds
Those little moles on the sky's pretty face
I owe them a song, a smile, some molds
Of feelings upon me they used to grace
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I owe them a song by that fair shepherd
That used to sing for a while and dance
The place by beauty was once covered
With her I had from joys a chance
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She used to wink for the leaving sun
And send her smile to the dim twilight
But soon in fact she had to run
All joys were thus delayed, O night!
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That fair shepherd abandoned the place
But still her things can soothe my world
Her shadow, her songs, her smiling face
Her coquet guffaw is clearly heard