| You shine, a slice of silver light
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| And I am tethered to my kite
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| Bound by beams, your pearly rays
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| A Queen, whose name I’ll gladly praise
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| So lead me through the dark
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| Your fingers clawing at my heart
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| Clutching me against your breast
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| Inside your crook, I’ll lay my head
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| A rock, our mother of the sky
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| Now all your children are on fire
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| They burn, they play, the night is here
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| The sky is full of glowing spheres
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| So cut the coal, my gleaming knife
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| And mow the black away with white
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| A lambent beacon, beckoning
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| The mad to howl and the wolves to sing
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| Wolves to sing!
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| My siren, I’m sailing
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| Through misty seas and marshes
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| I’ll row the boat on sad lakes
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| With sad tides, under mountains
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| My mirror, shine brightly
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| In darkness you call me
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| I’ll follow your halo
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| My lover, I’m weaker
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| Light it is blooming
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| A madness consuming
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| Inside your head, inside your hands
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| In love! |
| I’m raptured! |