The lovely night has passed, I know not when you'll come,
The lovely night has passed, I know not when you'll come,
The world's own ways have shifted, I know not when you'll come,
The lovely night has passed, I know not when you'll come.
The sights have spent their ecstasies, depleted, they now fade,
The stars have burned their brilliance, their light begins to braid
A tapestry of shadows, each flame has turned to ash, I know not when you'll come,
The lovely night has passed, I know not when you'll come.
We yearn and ache, we yearn and ache, held in this endless space,
Awaiting only you, awaiting, at this heart-worn place,
The hue of spring returns, within this verdant, fragrant grace,
Within the spring's embrace,
The wind has changed its course, I know not when you'll come,
The lovely night has passed, I know not when you'll come.
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