Worldly people make me sigh
Thick and stormy was the night,
— Not a single star,
When I climbed to my delight,
— Where the roses are;
Where the roses are and love,
— In a bower warm,
Climbing up to heaven above
— Night and wind and storm.
— Not a single star,
When I climbed to my delight,
— Where the roses are;
Where the roses are and love,
— In a bower warm,
Climbing up to heaven above
— Night and wind and storm.
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