Moon, oh moon, shimmer, shimmer, shimmer bright,
How spills the hue, each moment, burning light.
Moina, oh Moina, night descends and sighs,
Eyes find no peace, where longing never dies.
When the flute speaks, the heart's bird takes to flight,
On wings of dreams, a soul in endless night.
Moina, oh Moina, night descends and sighs,
Eyes find no peace, where longing never dies.
When the flute speaks, the heart's bird takes to flight,
On wings of dreams, a soul in endless night.
Turn not, look not, think not, hold no thought,
Let the heart soar, restrain not what is sought.
Moina, oh Moina, night descends and sighs,
Eyes find no peace, where longing never dies.
When the flute speaks, the heart's bird takes to flight,
On wings of dreams, a soul in endless night.
Moina, oh Moina, night descends and sighs,
Eyes find no peace, where longing never dies.
When the flute speaks, the heart's bird takes to flight,
On wings of dreams, a soul in endless night.
Turn not, look not, think not, hold no thought,
Let the heart soar, restrain not what is sought.
A world of gold, devoid of you, a hollow space.
Eyes, golden, beautiful, these eyes of mine,
Burn long, for you, a love that intertwines.
What rapture blooms, already, in my soul,
Desire's draught, a heady, flowing roll.
A world of gold, devoid of you, a hollow space.
The dampened earth, a milky, moonlit gleam,
The cloud's soft veil, a silken, whispered dream.
All scenes grow fair, transformed by love's sweet hand,
Come, for your presence is this longing land.
How spills the hue, each moment, burning light.
Moina, oh Moina, night descends and sighs,
Eyes find no peace, where longing never dies.
When the flute speaks, the heart's bird takes to flight,
On wings of dreams, a soul in endless night.
Moina, oh Moina, night descends and sighs,
Eyes find no peace, where longing never dies.
When the flute speaks, the heart's bird takes to flight,
On wings of dreams, a soul in endless night.
Turn not, look not, think not, hold no thought,
Let the heart soar, restrain not what is sought.
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