The Girl and her Harp
In the night,Under the silvery stars,
There is a girl that likes to,
Go to her favorite spot,
To seek quietness and inspiration,
She sits by the still water,
With her delicate harp in hand, and-,
Plays it to her heart's content,
The sweet sounds that fill the air,
The aroma of the flowers everywhere,
The soft breezes,
The small birds flying about,
Such sweet melodies,
To soothe the soul and-,
Scare away any doubtful thoughts.
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