And at dusk the sleeping night shall awaken
Stars will lit the sky and speak of days of yore
The sense of beauty from me was taken
By the frozen lake I now sit and long for nothing no more
Blossom Part 1
Lustre
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And at dusk the sleeping night shall awaken
Stars will lit the sky and speak of days of yore
The sense of beauty from me was taken
By the frozen lake I now sit and long for nothing no more