And joy like a star sound
Floats only in a dream before us.
In golden moments of the springtime sun
This vision held me
Spellbound; sweet
That darkness of the senses,
This dream I could begin
But not complete.
Floats only in a dream before us.
In golden moments of the springtime sun
This vision held me
Spellbound; sweet
That darkness of the senses,
This dream I could begin
But not complete.
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