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The Moonlight Dance

Come, maidens come, to our merry dance,
Youth and Beauty come together;
Let young hearts meet
In converse sweet,
At twilight’s time, in the summer weather:
By the pale light of the thoughtful moon,
When all is hushed, save the sighing breeze;
In a still and balmy night of June,
Under the leaves of the linden trees.
 
There song shall awake its softest tones,
Opening all the soul to pleasure;
At silent eve
Our feet shall weave
The jocund dance to its melting measure.
Come, maidens come, when the night-bird’s tune
Is wafted afar on the gentle breeze,
Come to our dance, when the watchful moon
Shines through the leaves of the linden trees.
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