O, my angel, how smitten are yearnings of lonely night!
Will lover’s fantasy enchant, dream of this dreary night?
Though alluring is its rhythm, are you aware my sweet love,
Forlorn is the song, vying favor of this sullen night?
Glance of seduction, glamor of opulence, express doubt:
Can an enamored moon enthrall, this melancholic night?
My dear, how sincerely must...
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