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A NOCTVRNE
A svdden
wind has rent the veil
That hid the heaven from me;
The white moon spreads her silver sail,
And swims the jewelled sea.
That hid the heaven from me;
The white moon spreads her silver sail,
And swims the jewelled sea.
She brings me dreams of thee in freight;
Oh, would she take of me
My fancies down the milky strait,
What dreams she'l bring to thee!
Oh, would she take of me
My fancies down the milky strait,
What dreams she'l bring to thee!
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