To be cursed with such a pleasure
All the Gods are laughing, cruel
Your blue eyes speak in silence
And they make of me a fool

So I pace in midnight shadow
I catch your scent upon the air
I see you dimly in the darkness
And I race to find you there

All the beauty of the moonlight
In your face and form defined
For these silhouettes and shadows
My will has been resigned

I would cast aside my every day
To find you always in the night
Where the stars above protect us
From the judgment of the light

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