i stand beneath the night then weep
and yearn for her again
unending in my every thought
is how i bring back when
she neared as the eclipsing skies
began to pour and heave
they bore far more than sweet delight
than all of dreams could weave
as far as love endowed the kiss
which brought my heart to sigh
while swirling in the pheromones
of liquid sunshine skies
the sweet appetence of her lips
were made from heaven's light
i need the way she surges through
my weary soul tonight
i think more how i crave that love
as i recall her face
and grip my raven hair then weep
while reveries embrace
absorbing this can never be
again for i'm alone
and so i'll sit beneath the night
in fragile somber tone
and yearn for her again
unending in my every thought
is how i bring back when
she neared as the eclipsing skies
began to pour and heave
they bore far more than sweet delight
than all of dreams could weave
as far as love endowed the kiss
which brought my heart to sigh
while swirling in the pheromones
of liquid sunshine skies
the sweet appetence of her lips
were made from heaven's light
i need the way she surges through
my weary soul tonight
i think more how i crave that love
as i recall her face
and grip my raven hair then weep
while reveries embrace
absorbing this can never be
again for i'm alone
and so i'll sit beneath the night
in fragile somber tone
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