Twilight falls, evening shadows find, There ���neath the stars,a maiden so fair divine. The moon on high,seemed to see her there, In her eyes was a light, shining ever so bright, As she whisper���d a silent prayer. 
Ev���ry word revealedan empty broken heart; Broken by fate that holds them so far apart. Lonely there she kneels, And tells the stars above. In her arms he belongs, then her prayer is a song, Her unending song of love. 
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