As my eye mesmorized by sensual motion
light moon spectrum embracing womans devosion
nighty I watch the silence of her sombre
who takes heed of her anguished solist
while she dwells in the rivers of her pain
it is her I want to exalt in the vision of my paint
long fine brisk hair in her splender
wont it make my heart so surrender
extravagant agony is what I see when I search
how I wish she would come down and submerge
moonlight lady, a yoke of an endless moan
yet for me my love eternal if you were shown
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