The fleecy clouds flit
Slowly hiding the moon
Above the tall trees that
In the soft wind gently swoon
The young lovers
Meet on the river sand
Talk and sing and walk
Along the banks hand in hand
The shining water
Flows towards the hills
Owls hoot as smokes
Rises from hearths and mills
The darkness falls
It hides the wide landscape
The cool wind flows
From the valley's verdant lap
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