In the streams of the midnight
I shed my thoughts of thee
Like the leaves that soft alight
Float the river to the sea.
In my winding dreams I found thee
Thou and thine taunting eyes
Made me hungry, made me thirsty
As I chase thee through the night.
I long to touch thy tender lips
As red as apples be
Then speak to thee my truly love
And take a bite in thee.
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