THE MOON WAS PAINTING SILVER CLOUDS
WHICH DANCED ALONG ON SILVER AIR
A MEADOW LARK FLEW THROUGH THE SKY
CHANTING A MELODY SWEET AND FAIR
THE WIND BLEW FITFULLY THROUGH THE TREES
AND LITTLE LEAVES WERE PUT TO SLEEP
THE ROSE IN FINAL SIGHS
GAVE TO MY HEART ITS SOUL TO KEEP
FRANK A VOLLMER
WHICH DANCED ALONG ON SILVER AIR
A MEADOW LARK FLEW THROUGH THE SKY
CHANTING A MELODY SWEET AND FAIR
THE WIND BLEW FITFULLY THROUGH THE TREES
AND LITTLE LEAVES WERE PUT TO SLEEP
THE ROSE IN FINAL SIGHS
GAVE TO MY HEART ITS SOUL TO KEEP
FRANK A VOLLMER
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