The hills have one voice tonight.a breeze now blows in delight,an echo's resound yet caused no fright.
I HAVE FOUND YOU
The moon in the power of her light emerges and hides her face again behind the clouds,like your bright eyes behind that lash.
Batter me,flatter me,oh!charm beguile,answer me,flutter me oh wings in black!
Let your lashes be the sashes that thread my wooly winter,till i find the strength in heat,to say......Welcome oh glorious summer!!You shining thing.
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