Goodnight niggers go look at the Harvest moon and listen to this harp lady
>https://youtube.com/watch?v=vVTPbLhlbfIYour soul is a chosen landscape
Where charming masqueraders and dancers promenading,
Play the lute and dance, and almost
Sad beneath their fantastic disguises.
All singing in a minor key
Of conquering love and the life of favors,
They do not seem to believe in their fortune,
And their song mingles with the moonlight,
With the calm, sad, and beautiful moonlight,
Which makes the birds dream in the trees,
And the fountains sob in ecstasy, The tall, slender jets of water among the marble statues
