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Weary moon on the river of the sky

The stir of light in the willows

Through dark shoals; the tiles on the graves

Of a beauty like to nothing on earth

And upon her brow he placed a wreath of

Myrtle and roses

Let their lamp at midnight be seen in tower high

Sometimes they are coming hard

in silence come dreaming time

Let their lamp at midnight

be seen in tower high

The message and promises

The Lost Gardens Beyond

In each and every age someone

has sung unknowingly

The message and the promise from The lost