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Pierrot stands in the garden / Beneath a waning moon, / And on his lute he fashions / A little silver tune.
Pierrot plays in the garden, / He thinks he plays for me, / But I am quite forgotten / Under the cherry tree.
Pierrot plays in the garden, / And all the roses know / That Pierrot loves his music, / But I love Pierrot.