Take me in your arms
Let me feel your heaving chest
Open your hair making wave
As it hangs down below your waist
Sing me a song of love
It flows as a murmuring stream
Moon has gone up the sky
Spilling upon us its soothing beam
We get lost in each other and
The shy moon hides in the foliage
As the wick of passion releases
The flare it pours upon us a mystic haze
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