Lullaby in Frogland - Over the Garden Wall
At night when the lake is a mirror and the moon rides the waves to the shore, a single soul sets his voice singing, content to be slightly forlorn. A song rises over the lilies, sweeping high to clear over the reeds and the bulrushes' swaying to pluck at a pair of heartstrings. Two voices, now they are singing - then ten as the melody soars - around the shimmering pond all are joining in song as it carries their reverie on.
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