Night tarries,
the moon is dancing with me
over the starry sky.
Let me feed you its milk,
feel the magic rush through your blood,
burning your heart.
The fires have been great
which I danced upon
and greater shall be their smoke.
the moon is dancing with me
over the starry sky.
Let me feed you its milk,
feel the magic rush through your blood,
burning your heart.
The fires have been great
which I danced upon
and greater shall be their smoke.
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