Lovely Moon, your silver light
shines on these banks and these flowers,
you inspire the elements
to the language of love;
you alone are witness
to my ardent desire,
and tell the one I love
of my beating heart and my sighing.
Tell her that distance
cannot ease my pain,
and that if I cherish one hope
it is for the future alone.
Tell her too that day and night
I count the hours of pain,
and that one tempting hope
comforts me in love
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