Into the silence of the gentle night
The soft breeze of the distant forest
Blows sweet to the leaves of the trees
Which begin to flutter in the gentle wind
Whispering to the lunar beauty alone
Listening to her susurrus of chaste heart.
Into the silence of the gentle night
The soft breeze of the distant forest
Blows sweet to the leaves of the trees
Which begin to flutter in the gentle wind
Whispering to the lunar beauty alone
Listening to her susurrus of chaste heart.
Impressionist 
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