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Over the oceans of words winds drew nigh
Unto a heart swimming its way...
Then on the clouds did that lost voice arise
Unto the dawn of coming day...
See the moon shake as you meet your own eyes
There in the glass, as your heart quakes...
Shattered stars shine, then their light ebbs away...
Tender the teardrops on your face...
What a lovely dream
Walking, our hands together —
What could break through the charm?
Oh, I ache to go,
To where your home awaits us
Then rest in your arms!
I trust your heart
And, too, your tender arms...
Emotions in the dark
Weave reveries...
The wind grows still, and our words die away
All was a soft, gentle mirage...
Now the clouds part, night to sunrise gives way
As its voice calls from furthest space....
The too-bright moon with its light drowns the whole
Mirrored that light floods through our souls...
Quaking the stars spill like rain from the skies
Falling like tears we cannot hide...
What a lovely dream
Walking, our hands together —
What could break through the charm?
Oh, I ache to go,
To where your home awaits us
Then rest in your arms!
I touch your face
As we lie in embrace
But soon shall dawn erase
Our reveries...