(LYRIC INTERMEZZO) There fell a star from realms above-- A glittering, glorious star to see! Methought it was the star of love, So sweetly it illumined me. And from the apple branches fell Blossoms and leaves that time in June; The wanton breezes wooed them well With soft caress and amorous tune. The white swan proudly sailed along And vied her beauty with her note-- The river, jealous of her song, Threw up its arms to clasp her throat. But now--oh, now the dream is past-- The blossoms and the leaves are dead, The swan`s sweet song is hushed at last, And not a star burns overhead.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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