nocturne

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Your eyes remind me of starlight,
Your hair is as black as the sky.
Let me murmur to you a lullaby,
Oh beauteous lady of the night.

Why do you disappear at daylight,
Are you afraid of the glowing sun?
From the pale blue sky, you run,
Oh mysterious lady of the night.

With your painted face, you are a sight,
Do not leave, do not adjourn,
Let me compose for you a nocturne,
Oh enchanting lady of the night.

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