The sweetest eyes I've ever seen,
Dance in moonlight,
Laugh seductivly,
Tease and gaze into my soul.
The echo of water upon water,
Can be heard falling from,
The fountain de Spadina,
Which glows behind us.
Morrocan hands,
Worn by the sun,
And gentle in touch,
Run through my hair.
Arms slowly enclose me.
We sway to the beat of,
A soft song fading nearby.
Silent stars twinkle in the Heavens,
And we make love with,
The moon over Morroco.
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