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Night of stars, beneath your pinions,
Beneath your breezes and your perfumes,
Lyre, in sorrow, softly sighing,
I dream of a love long past.
Melancholy, so sadly tranquil, fills with gloom my poor weary heart.
And I hear your dear soul, my darling, quivering in the dreamy wood.
Night of stars, beneath your pinions,
Beneath your breezes and your perfumes,
Lyre, in sorrow, softly sighing,
I dream of a love long past.
I see again at our fountain Your gaze, blue as the sky;
This rose, it is your breath, And these stars are your eyes.
Night of stars, beneath your pinions,
Beneath your breezes and your perfumes,
Lyre, in sorrow, softly sighing,
I dream of a love long past.