How can I live the night
When the moon appears black
In its apparel of a witch. How
Many stars will be there for
My rescue when love will be
Strewn like tiny diamonds and
I will go to pick up some. How
Will the clouds behave as they
Drag their heavy cloak to the end
Of the sky and try to be in peace.
How can I live the night
Without your kohl rimmed eyes
That has gathered the mist of
My passion and given me freedom
To maneuver in the bed of youth.
How I can live the night.
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