A Time To Love
Behind these balding brown hills
the blazing sun
lies low.
soon, soon.....a rush of evening wind
shall sweep the vast dark night again
and a thousand stars
shall bart their eyes at the grim shadows.
pls come out tonite.
listen to the nightingale sing
her immortal verses.
hear my heart tremble
beneath the moon`s pale light.
pls come out tonite.
......tonite.
......tonite.
......tonite.
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