The trees whisper with a luscious hush

And your cheeks bloom with a delicate blush

I make hay of the day

I make gold in the night

The streets are furrowed with a beauteous spray

And your figure outlined there, by the calm play of waves

Silhouetted by starlight

The naked angels dance a joyous booming dance upon the water

I make hay of the day

I hear your gold in the night

 

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