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Lyrics
The moon has risen, silver-bright,
The golden stars in clear sky light,
They gleam and glow through tranquil night.
The forest stands in black and hush,
From meadow-lands a wondrous rush
Of white mist rises, soft as plush.
How still the world in evening's fold,
In twilight's arms so calm and cold,
So peaceful, gentle, fair to hold.
Like some quiet chamber, deep and mild,
Where one should sleep, forget the wild
And weary sorrows of the day, my child.
Do you behold the moon up there?
Half-seen it hangs, yet wholly fair.
So many things there are, I ween,
We mock because our eyes have seen
No proof — yet still they are, unseen.
[Outro]
Details
GeneratedJan 26, 2026
Duration2:40
LanguageEnglish
Style
Kammermusikalisch-lyrisch, Minimal Music (modern, ruhig, spirituell-neutral)
Credits
Prompt by
Horla Silbersträhne
Horla SilbersträhneModelAria v5
