Night is silent again,
I have been driven out
From a busy day,
You know...it's a lonesome soul,
And I am going to the woods
Near the bay.
Let me find, let me find
Those beautiful leaves
Let me find...,
Where the fresh dews of morn
Has written few lines to adorn
Those esoteric songs
For the next winter day.
Night is silent dear,
Night is silent again,
My little canoe is awaiting near,
Soon we shall set off
For an unknown sail.
Night is silent dear,
Night is silent again...
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