She sang like a nightingale
The crowd was ecstatic
Their cries of Encore!
Were a balm to her soul
Her hair hangs like midnight
Her face totally hidden
Tears course her cheeks
For the wondrous applause
She sang like a nightingale
The crowd was ecstatic
Their cries of Encore!
Were a balm to her soul
Her hair hangs like midnight
Her face totally hidden
Tears course her cheeks
For the wondrous applause
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