| A clouded dream on an earthly night
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| Hangs upon the crescent moon
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| A voiceless song in an ageless light
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| Sings at the coming dawn
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| Birds in flight are calling there
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| Where the heart moves the stones
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| It’s there that my heart is calling
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| All for the love of you
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| A painting hangs on an ivy wall
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| Nestled in the emerald moss
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| The eyes declare a truce of trust
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| And then it draws me far away
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| Where deep in the desert twilight
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| Sand melts in pools of the sky
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| When darkness lays her crimson cloak
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| Your lamps will call me home
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| And so it’s there my homage’s due
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| Clutched by the still of the night
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| And now I feel you move
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| Every breath is full
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| So it’s there my homage’s due
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| Clutched by the still of the night
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| Even the distance feels so near
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| All for the love of you. |