Come To Me.
Come to me in the moonlight
when the careless whispers blow,
and the trees bend low
in silent tribute.
Come to me in blue-darkness
when the shadows glow,
and the song of the river bird sinks,
like music upon the heart;
when the stars keep not their lustrous eyes.
Come to me with soft in-land murmur.
Call out my name in the bluenight.
Drown out the distance between us.
Come, my love!
Come into my waiting arms,
and know the solace
that love allows.
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