Somewhere, in the dream of the night
in the silent temptation of imagined love,
I hear her call as burning stars
pierce her flaming heart.
Calling with the heat of her body
calling with the fire of her heart,
yearning for archipelagos of stars
to fill her empty brown eyes
and a rose to quench her burning heart.
Somewhere, in the dream of the night
in the silent temptation of imagined love.
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