Jealous for sapphire skies,
splashed with burgandy wine,
lesser orb, ruler of the night,
from twilight's fringes remains aloof
eager to bathe our midnight talks,
in soft light and drink in love,
so much better for the years.
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All I have left is cliche
for you steal my breath away
All I have left is cliche
for you steal my breath away
We laugh at those years
which have flown away
on wings weighed down
with bittersweet,
yet leaves behind
love too stubborn to go
Chorus
As starry curtain closes,
we cup the night’s cool breeze,
Our parched lungs drink it in;
as north and south winds
blows upon our garden of spices.
Chorus
More than dew on meadow grass
that lay near flowing brook,
are your kisses, passionate
quenching my thirst
stilled not by morning light
or final sunset up ahead.
Chorus
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