As the city lies sleeping, she stands,

In the wintry Cimmerian mist,

On the spot where he first held her hand,

And she wished on a star, then they kissed.

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Overwhelmed by his chivalric charms,

She succumbed with a tremulous swoon,

So he held her upright in his arms,

And they danced by the light of the moon.

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And they waltzed into love and it grew,

Into love hitherto unsurpassed,

Where their wants and their cares were so few,

Like the years that, alas, quickly passed.

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Now she gazes at dark skies above,

With a passionate prayer in her heart,

That the angels who nurture her love,

Will decree not to keep them apart.

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She aspires to that heavenly floor,

Where their souls will be dancing in tune,

For she can’t see the stars any more,

And her sorrow eclipses the moon.

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As the city lies waking, she stands,

In autumnal crepuscular mist,

On the spot where he last held her hand,

And she wished on a star, then they kissed.