Deep in the night, deep out of sight,
She is heard.
Under a blanket of flesh where she lay,
beneath the moon, shooting stars.
Whisper's of love, unknown to the rest,
being touched here, being touched there.
Being in love, two rings of fire under the trees,
deep in the night, deep out sight, coming here
where none but us hear.
A white swallow is seen flying by.
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