Sing me a story tonight,
The stars shall lend us a jealous ear.
Tonight the dipping moon
Drips with the teary-eyed pearls of your affection.
The indigo shade of nocturnal desire,
The blistering flames of parched separation.
I watch the shrinking birds in the distant sky,
Reach out and touch me, my love.
The stars shall lend us a jealous ear.
Tonight the dipping moon
Drips with the teary-eyed pearls of your affection.
The indigo shade of nocturnal desire,
The blistering flames of parched separation.
I watch the shrinking birds in the distant sky,
Reach out and touch me, my love.
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