The moon is so dim that the earth is fogged at night
Where are you, my dreamer
Listen to the waves and the pines whine
Where are you, my dreamer
Spring without roses is like a broken harp
Live without love
A day is like a year
The Nightingale cried bitterly in the woods, tears splashed on the grass
Where are you, my dreamer
Spring without roses is like a broken harp
Live without love
A day is like a year
The Nightingale cried bitterly in the woods, tears splashed on the grass
Where are you, my dreamer
Where are you
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