Under the starlit skies
I dreaming of my dreamgirl
And smiling
As if one under addiction.
Love under the stralit skies,
Love I, love you,
Say, do you love me?
Yes, I love you,
I want to her from you.
And she too smiling perhaps
As can guess about
And prohibiting me from to be a mad lover
With a word of caution,
Do not love me so much,
Don't be so much mad,
Madly under love!
Love me, love them all,
But don't be mad, mad after
Ruining yourself.
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