Upon This Evening
Upon this evening I will writ
My joy I gained as my merit
I talked to him with conscious words
And with a keen, I struck the chords
I played the songs of tales we have
In countless forms of lovely tunes
The wondrous things on my behalf
Like holding hands beneath the moon.
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