Stars will burst and split to laughter
Sun explodes into your eyes...
Ever thine or happy never after?
Sweet reward and still a bitter prise.
Never meant to have those feelings,
never saw your eyes on me...
Now for these I would be creeping,
looking through me, can't they see?
I don't believe it is the moon that fascinates you,
I don't believe it was those tempting words of sin...
Your lips - the only mine completely stick to,
still every kiss is like a gift I win.
And don't say that it will soon be over,
Don't wait too long to take your time...
I feel intoxicated and you have never been so sober,
Love you beautiful and free and I would never call you mine.
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