Restless eyes, a longing heart,
This soul, a lover, set apart, a lover.
When dusk descends, and embers gleam,
When, flying, I become a moth's dream, a moth.
My heart's a garden, longing to bloom,
Waiting for a meeting, dispelling the gloom.
My heart's a garden, longing to bloom,
Waiting for a meeting, dispelling the gloom.
Whisper to the flowers, to the stars above,
Whisper to the flowers, to the stars above,
Quietly adorn this desolate grove, this grove.
When night is cleansed by the silver dew,
Her tresses, flowing, softly imbue.
When night is cleansed by the silver dew,
Her tresses, flowing, softly imbue.
Eyes speak secrets, a knowing art,
Eyes speak secrets, a knowing art,
Heart to heart, a whispered tale, the tale.
When colours bloom, and verdant sighs,
When a promise kept, before my eyes.
When colours bloom, and verdant sighs,
When a promise kept, before my eyes.
Oh, passion of faith, what is the soul?
Oh, passion of faith, what is the soul?
My life I'd give, a gift to make whole, make whole.
Restless eyes, a longing heart,
This soul, a lover, set apart, a lover.
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