When the moon gazes wearily downward
To weep for our sorrows and struggles past,
Blow her kisses to make her smile and laugh.
And as this tired traveler moves onward--
His hope-- gleaming in the pools of moonlight
As he sheds tears for the steps that fell behind--
Those precious footsteps that fell far behind!--
Each step a painful reminder behind...
But he wishes on the moon up above--
Blows kisses to mingle with light above.
At dawn, his soul gives such a doleful sigh
He whithers like a flower in the light--
Crying: "Return sweet Mistress of the Night!"
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