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I think I still hear,
hidden under palm trees,
her voice soft and strong
like a cooing of doves.
Oh, enchanting night,
divine rapture,
oh, delightful memory,
mad euphoria, sweet dream!
In the clear starlight,
I think I still see her,
half drawing her long veil
in the tepid night breeze.
Oh, enchanting night,
divine rapture,
oh, delightful memory,
mad euphoria, sweet dream!
Delightful memory...
hidden under palm trees,
her voice soft and strong
like a cooing of doves.
Oh, enchanting night,
divine rapture,
oh, delightful memory,
mad euphoria, sweet dream!
In the clear starlight,
I think I still see her,
half drawing her long veil
in the tepid night breeze.
Oh, enchanting night,
divine rapture,
oh, delightful memory,
mad euphoria, sweet dream!
Delightful memory...
