She leads, a vision bright, I follow, wise, it seems,
The world proclaims, "The old man's lost in fevered dreams."
She leads, a vision bright, I follow, wise, it seems,
The world proclaims, "The old man's lost in fevered dreams."
Oh, beloved, wait, don't wander far away,
Oh, beloved, wait, don't wander far away,
Oh, beloved, wait, don't wander far away.
Your cheeks, a blush of dawn, your raven tresses fall,
And crimson blooms upon your lips enthrall.
A whispered, "Why?" to red, a whispered, "Why?" to red,
Those henna-stained strands, a love song rarely said.
You crafted beauty's form, a masterpiece you made,
You promised locks of gold, a vow that gently swayed.
Now understanding dawns, your hidden game revealed,
But where you are, my love, my fate is sealed.
She leads, a vision bright, I follow, wise, it seems,
The world proclaims, "The old man's lost in fevered dreams."
She leads, a vision bright, I follow, wise, it seems,
The world proclaims, "The old man's lost in fevered dreams."
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