Not far from the Moon...

Please,wait me
Not far from the Moon,
Please,call me,
Because this night is so cold,


Please,tell me,
Who is the king of your dreams,
Please,stop me,
I feel the wind on your lips...



Please,steal me,
And bring my heart in your soul,
I'm part of you,
And that is my favourite role.


Now hear me,
At times,then candle blows out,
You lowly
Come burning out our doubt...


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