When the veil of night coversThe whitest orchids of the nightI feel the darkest velvet in my arms
I follow the calling tuneThe strains of the darkest nightAnd enjoy the silent song of a nightingale
I raise the silver goblet full of the nightly dewAnd feel the sweetest taste of the darkest tears
The Dark wind of time is blowing...Years are passing by...But the sounds of night remain the same...
E.T.O.S
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