Singing by the lake

Was it true or was it fake
I heard you singing by the lake
The sun sinking with a reddish hue
Made the lake look red and you too
The notes of your dirge floating in the air
like the dust that rises after a fair
All birds and bees closing their day
To listen to the melodies, had to stay
You made everything blissful around
With the enthralling power of sound
Now I loiter around the lake for long
Just to catch a word of the sweet song

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