The fairy girl is singing into the night
Where is her lyure of ebony and gold
Where is her lover hiding in loving soul Alas!
She had no lover to give a hand to night.

Her voice is slipping through her veil
She has not sown seeds to make a harvest tomorrow
Only she knows to sing into the emptiness of nowhere!

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