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david moore - the indian serenade lyrics

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i arise from dreams of thee
in the first sweet sleep of night
when the winds are breathing low
and the stars are shining bright:
i arise from dreams of thee
and a spirit in my feet
has led me + who knows how?
to thy chamber window, sweet!

the wandering airs they faint
on the dark, the silent stream +
the champak odours fail
like sweet thoughts in a dream;
the nightingale’s complaint
it dies upon her heart; +
as i must die on thine
o belovèd as thou art!

oh lift me from the grass!
i die! i faint! i fail!
let thy love in kisses rain
on my lips and eyelids pale
my cheek is cold and white, alas!
my hеart beats loud and fast; +
oh! press it to thine own again
whеre it will break at last

- david moore lyrics

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