Children of the Night
Oh, the lights in the deep of my mind,
Little children of city and night,
Like the smolders in stove, don’t you find?
Like the stars in the endless delight.
It is quiet, so cozy, so warm,
Through the window I see nice landscape,
Cheer! I drink for their coming at home,
For your sight it won’t let my escape.
Little lights on the palms on the nights
Like your pretty desirable eyes
And I want more these beautiful sights
Let lights smile as this sweetest night smiles.
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