Oh Elise I've called your name for a thousand nights ,
the moon as bright as your sparkling eyes ,
I'd wait just gazing at the evening sky ,
playing some musical tunes , ...
Browning, old fellow,
Your leaves grow yellow,
Beginning to mellow
As seasons pass.
Your cover is wrinkled,
And stained and sprinkled,
And warped and crinkled
From sleep on the grass.
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