The night is long
As many nights were
Long
As many nights be long
To come
The wise owl on her
Bough
She sits
The nightingale silhouette
In to the deep dark and moon
To the white stars
To the dark heavens
To sleeping towns and all
Sings
Sad yet continuous by night
Sings:
Opens her beak
Just sings
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