Caroling Dusk/Nocturne

For works with similar titles, see Nocturne.
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NOCTURNE

Softly blow lightlyO twilight breezeScarcely bend slightlyO silver trees: ​Night glides slowly down hill . . down streamBringing a myriad star-twinkling dream. . . . .Softly blow lightlyO twilight breezeScarcely bend slightlyO silver trees:Night will spill sleep in your day weary eyeWhile a soft yellow moon steals down the sky. . . .Softly blowScarcely bendSo . . . . !Lullaby. . . . . . . .

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