I need someone who is able to hear my song.
Ah, may someone hold my hand in hers hand
And is able to understand the flight of my fancy.
I need someone like the sweet Selene shines
So fair all night long on coats of rising sea.
There was a leisurely time when I stood alone.
That was the prime of my youth, lined with stress.
And strain, dance, romance, and a guitar piece.
May someone walk behind me in the glare of dawn.
And ensure peace at my park villa in Barkly East,
I can't get along; give this verse a very thought.
A spark flashed across and away from my heartbeat.
Through very late, forgive us; the time is worse.
I follow the divine office and have never been superstitious.
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