O, sweet Nightingale
thy voice is a vermilion light
the darkness grows pale
With you my heart cannot fail
through the grayness catch a sight
o, sweet Nightingale
Held dear as the sacred grail
elixir of my affinity
the darkness grows pale
When left so alone and frail
winter winds blow afright
oh, sweet Nightingale
Shelter me as myrefuge from pounding hail
may thy warmth hold tight
the darkness grows pale
Upon our dreams we sail
bitter storms we fight
o, sweet Nightingale
the darkness grows pale.
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