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Adrift between the pure innocence

And the wuthering waves of needed defence

She has come to enlighten November dusks

She has come, oh Ethel, the nymphs with her basked

The leaves foretold she’d come in a whirl

The twigs of trees

Twitched and twirled

She has come to heighten our poor sentiments

She has come, oh Luna, ethereal descent

Within the heart of a mid-summer night

You are drumming the rhythm

The dance of time

Within the arms of a gentle wind

You are wavering forever in the midst of a dream

Wohoo

Forged into the branches of oaks

Cladded with Ivy tunic of gold

Like a stardust fall

A gift from the skies

A pure soul sent in a world full of lies

Within the heart of a mid-summer night

You are drumming the rhythm

The dance of time

Within the arms of a gentle wind

You are wavering forever in the midst of a dream

Within the heart of a mid-summer night

You are drumming the rhythm

The dance of time

Within the arms of a gentle wind

You are wavering forever in the midst of a dream