An Opera Of Starlight
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The whippoorwill yawns not with its beak But with its heart A soft breath more pleasant than a Butterfly in flight It lives at night, to bring music to The maiden's spirit
Nearer to it, there I'll go |
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The whippoorwill yawns not with its beak But with its heart A soft breath more pleasant than a Butterfly in flight It lives at night, to bring music to The maiden's spirit
Nearer to it, there I'll go |