A whisper of a dance, I yearn, nay, never, never.
A touch of sorrow, I crave, nay, father, no.
To kiss you, I long, nay, father, no.
I drift like the wind, oh Lord, preserve me.
A whisper of a dance, I yearn.
A touch of sorrow, I crave, nay, father, no.
To kiss you, I long, nay, father, no.
Oh Lord, preserve me.
I drift like the wind, oh Lord, preserve me.
A body ablaze, a sorcery, enchantment,
Tresses of darkness, a fragrance, perfume.
Our breath, perfumed, ever so fragrant.
Your gaze, intoxicated, ever so lost.
Your form, a garden, so verdant,
These sights, stealing all sense.
Repentance upon these gestures,
We are your mad, devoted fans.
How does this truth now spill forth?
Through the language of your eyes.
You know all the spells.
Repentance upon these gestures,
We are your mad, devoted fans.
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