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// Prima Aria 
// Story: Sketchy Salad Serenata 
// by Sketchy Sounds 
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On silent wings the night descends,

The Moon rides high to see her friends.

And we, the patrons of the night,

shall make us merry in her light.

For who can call himself her friend

whom with her, time they do not spend?

And though the stars through night’s veil peek,

their company she does not seek.

So come ye all, friendship knowing,

and fill her heart to overflowing.