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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The night in silent splendor spreads a magic play of a million stars and the suave, sly Moon unchains the childish breeze that rushes over the sea and away towards lofty mountains far; and sings to me a lovely tune of my love song; O, shall carry it over the endless sea which heartens the shores with unending kisses and shows shimmering images of earthly light as those of the portals of eternity and deep within hides numberless secrets forbidden, who knows? In the trees a pair of night birds plays; my heart simmers and the blossoms seem to tease me, their fragrance spent. Is the creation happy because I am in tears? Pleasures are bountiful, yet for me naught is meant everyone seems heartless and each joy is undone how may I celebrate nature,my love, when I am alone? And though now I spend my night with the Moon my soothing companion will shortly be gone as he shall meet his beloved too soon beneath the silent, secretive ocean. That lovely blush will also disappear from the tender petals of the pink rose then with whom shall I seek cheer when these flowers shall their fragrance lose? All fantasies and fables lose their capacity and the beautiful moments that make me happy shall pass away and no further comfort me. Alas, for a wretched loner there is no company. Thus deserted, when I think of thee All my hours and flowers return to me!
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