The song a robin sings
Trough years of endless springs
The murmur of a brook at eventide
That ripples by a nook where two lovers hide
A great symphonic theme
That's Stella by starlight
And not a dream
My heart and I agree
She's everything on earth to me
A great symphonic theme
That's Stella by starlight
And not a dream
My heart and I agree
She's everything on earth to me
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: eventide = The time of evening; evening. [Poetic.] --Spenser.
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