who you used to be
who you are amazingly
now is a mystery
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who you used to be
who you are amazingly
now is a mystery
now is a mystery
the morrows are the eyes
through which dreams see us
through which dreams see us
those eyes are dimmed by distance
come near and behold
come near and behold,
hold these eyes to yours,
be held, within me.
be held, within me
let your self make its abode
let's be together
let's be together
in the crease of rain-bleared leaves
in welcoming scents
:wave: mazHur
in welcoming scents
of your blooming love garden
I will come, I will !
i will come, i will
dress myself in crimson clouds,
be one with the dusk...
be one with the dusk
your pretty visage be the moon
of my lonely nights
of my lonely nights
i could make out a chassis
of silence and smiles...
of silence and smiles
the princesses talk often
but seldom practice
but seldom practice
opening the windows to
a clearer morning...
a clearer morning
is a harbinger of love
sucked by night's darkness
sucked by night's darkness
the wind has moved upwards to
the first strokes of blue
the first strokes of blue
bring sheer sadness in their fold
for lovers of night