Delicacy of a mountain breeze;
How it passes with such ease.
Swing high, swing low
Gentle trees
Oh how much I love thee.
Twinkle, twinkle little stars;
Shine, the wonders of what you are,
Make haste old moon
And take your place.
Illuminate the world with our
Warm embrace.
Sky and moon, stars and sun
Have seen the lovers that we have become
Drunk, besoughted here I stand
Braving this world with you hand in hand.
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