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She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

She walks in beauty

She walks...She walks...

She walks in beauty

She walks...

She walks in beauty

She walks... She walks...

She walks in beauty

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

She walks in beauty

She walks...She walks...

She walks in beauty

She walks...

She walks in beauty

She walks... She walks...

She walks in beauty

She walks in beauty

She walks...

She walks in beauty

She walks...

She walks in beauty

She walks...She walks...

She walks in beauty

She walks in beauty

She walks in beauty

She walks...She is walking

She walks in beauty

She walks in beauty

She walks in beauty

She walks...She is walking

She walks in beauty