Over the forests the moon
Gleams pale, makes us dream,
The willow by the dark pond
Weeps soundlessly in the night.
A heart extinguishes - and placidly
The fogs flood and rise -
Silence, silence!
Over the forests the moon
Gleams pale, makes us dream,
The willow by the dark pond
Weeps soundlessly in the night.
A heart extinguishes - and placidly
The fogs flood and rise -
Silence, silence!
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