The eyes of glass look
Through oblique frame of mind;
Be a sweet bird to be loved
To lend your heart and kind;
Long tresses have dreams
Of a night of meeting and kissing;
The running of fingers on lips
Without you I must be missing.
Come to sleep under moon
And play game of love;
Get drenched with passion and lust
Let heaven pour blessing from above.
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