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The peaceful moon is shining,
 * In heaven’s vaulted dome;

The stars around her shining,
 * Like sisters of one home.

Why, oh why, poor heart of mine, Art thou troubled and dost pine?

Upon the glassy lake’s surface
 * A swan majestic swims;

Rushes in this quiet place
 * Obey the zephyr's whims.

Why, oh why, poor heart of mine, Art thou troubled and dost pine?

A pretty pigeon flutters,
 * Soft cooing, to his dove;

Mother swallow chirping flutters,
 * Seeking food for her love.

Why, oh why, poor heart of mine, Art thou troubled and dost pine?

Day and night I pass in anguish,
 * In an endless warfare;

Nothing pleases me; I languish,
 * And my heart is in despair.

Why, oh why, poor heart of mine, Art thou troubled and dost pine?

The melancholy nightingale
 * Is singing of his pain;

I too have lost my love and wail—
 * My tears they fall like rain.

This is the reason, heart of mine, That thou art troubled and dost pine.