Before sleep nocturnal seas,
In the mist of lovelorn dreams,
Lay the man with a moonlight harp.
Waves-they dance before his eyes,
As melodies of autumn skies,
Kiss the reeds of tympani.
Reign fierce-sincerely-
Wield tone,
Along the lost notes,
Lays the man with a moonlit home,
To the heart of a maiden,
Not his own.
Plays for love,
Till dusk-with a moonlight harp
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