Interlude
I walked by the light of the silver moon
Where winds blow and aspens quiver;
Where the streams sing an amusing tune
To the far away river.
This is a time for tears and song
A tender touch and love's sweet laughter;
Could the night hold us too long
If we love more in the hereafter?
Under the aspens shadows linger
Unafraid of the moon's silver light;
Stretching forth her long white finger
To touch the blue shadows of night.
Hold me close in the whispers of gloom
That veil your dear form and face;
As phantom arms reach out to entomb
Two lovers in a cold embrace.
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