It was an enchanting night in spring,
Alive with sparkling and shimmering stars;
The pretty moon stood still in wonder
While a madman pleaded to his love.
'Give the knowing from on high,
My eyes a rapture from your self,
From your own self,my love,your self!'
The madman pleaded to his love.
Radiance flowed with a sudden crash,
A bit in trance and a little proud,
Finding speech as the being turned mute.
The madman pleaded to his love
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