The gaze that wounds, it finds no home,
Why veil not in a crimson dome?
The gaze that wounds, it finds no home,
Wrap yourself in crimson home.
Slanting eyes, a lightning strike,
Upon my heart, where shadows hike,
A sudden flash, a fiery spark,
Upon my heart, within the dark.
Your shy retreat, a tempting art,
Your playful sway, that tears apart.
Who sees you now, becomes a slave,
The golden body, sweet to save.
Your innocence, a tender grace,
Has stolen me from time and space.
Oh, listen, maiden, passing by,
This is what the pathways cry.
Oh, listen, maiden, passing by,
The paths beneath the sky.
As your waist does sway, the pitcher spills,
The marketplace, your beauty thrills.
As your waist does sway, the pitcher spills,
The marketplace, your beauty thrills.
You are the queen of dreams so deep,
The youth of songs, secrets to keep.
Without you, life has lost its hold,
A simple tale, yet to be told.
You are my life, my only plea,
Fair maiden, what enchantment be?
Oh, listen, maiden, passing through,
My innocent, my morning dew,
Oh, listen, maiden, passing through,
My innocent, my morning dew,
Your every stretch, my heart's delight,
Clouds gather, dark as night.
Your every stretch, my heart's delight,
Clouds gather, dark as night.
The gaze that wounds, it finds no home.
Why veil not in a crimson dome?
The gaze that wounds, it finds no home,
Why veil not in a crimson dome?
The gaze that wounds.
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