Rose-in-Bloom. |
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'Neath my lattice through the night |
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Comes the west-wind perfume laden:
As a lover to a maid |
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Sighing softly, "Here am I!"
Sighing softly, "Here am I!" |
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"Come, and wander where I wander in |
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the silence of the stars!
the stars, the stars, of the stars!" |
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In the moonbeams' magic light, |
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Cool and silent dewdrops glisten
Where the roses weep to listen |
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To my heart's impatient cry: |
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"Shall the cage-bird leave her prison, golden |
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though her prison bars?" |
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Though the bars, |
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Thy wing beat, |
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To the stars, O sing!
Let thy soul on wings of music
Soar beyond thy prison bars!
Let thy soul on music soar.
Ah!
O bulbul sing to the stars,
Ah! |
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O Let thy soul on wings of music
Soar beyond thy prison bars!
Ah! Let thy soul soar beyond soar
Ah! beyond! |