Nightingale, nightingale, fluttered wings of white,
Fly in shadows of the moon,
Upon my window perch tonight.
Nightingale, Nightingale, sing your praise of song.
Oh softly whisper secrets in mine ear, from morn till night, till dawn.
Nightingale, Nightingale, nought sleepy in your stead.
Dream a note for me, sweetly, softly and nocturnal in my bed.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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