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Gentle Night

 

Bring the rain

Against my windowpane.

Show me not

The stars tonight.

Or I'll see her face

So clear and plain

That nothing worldly

Will be right.

 

 

So, bring the rain

Against my windowpane

Keep the pretty stars

Far out of sight.

Favor me

With a gentle rain

And let me

Sleep tonight.

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