Lighting the candles and lanterns, wiping down the tables and chairs, mopping the floors as well as the small stage, dusting the piano and some of the more unused bottles of ale; Abia finished all of her morning duties before flipping the sign from “closed” to “open.” Figuring it to be another slow morning, as the mornings tend to be in a tavern, she decided to take a seat on the piano stool, very gently playing a sweet song as her fingers danced across the keys.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Calligraffitti"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">There was a man who stole my heart<br/>
Who danced toward me so gracefully<br/>
He offered me his hand in part<br/>
Of this waltz known as Moonlight Enchanting<br/>
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I was alone for so long<br/>
To muse myself this music sweet<br/>
Then my love had come along<br/>
He played me Moonlight Enchanting<br/>
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Before I knew what happened to me<br/>
I swirled and twirled elegantly<br/>
Across the floor so easily<br/>
This waltz that’s called Moonlight Enchanting<br/>
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Just like the moon he did enchant<br/>
And just like that he began fading<br/>
From my view there was scant<br/>
Of my beautiful Moonlight Enchanting<br/>
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So here I sit to sing this song<br/>
Ne’er to forget that night I keep<br/>
Deep in my heart til he returns<br/>
My beautiful Moonlight Enchanting</span></span>​</div>