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When the starry night spreads its fabric broad,
And the orb of night descends unshod,
We shall walk hand in hand and let desire protract,
And proceed to heaven with our souls intact.
The shooting stars will start a movie show,
While fireflies flutter around with a shining
The sweet zephyr shall soothe our spirit and form,
And each other's company shall keep us warm.
O let all our woes perish by Orpheus'
melodious tune;
The nymphs will come to drape us in silver
We shall paint the boundless dark canvas with love,
And go on a heavenly ride on Venus' dove.
The snow-capped alps will shield us against all peril.
Come, let us weave a new tale in starry silence, Carol.

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