And if the branches tap my pane
And the poplars whisper nightly
It is to make me dream again
And hold you to me tightly.
And the stars tap in the lake
To light its depth with beam
It is my bossom pain to slake
And make my thoughts serene.
And if thick clouds will go away
The moon to shine so clear
It is your memory to stay
With me forever near.
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