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WHEN THE STARS ARE BRIGHTLY SHINING By John Bolton Rogerson

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WHEN THE STARS ARE BRIGHTLY SHINING Meet me, sweet love, at the eventide, When the moon walks forth in her maiden pride, When o’er the blue heaven the white clouds glide, And the stars are brightly shining. Remember when first, oh, my gentle maid, I met thee alone in the twilight shade, And my vows […]