Nitol
Often, through this clouded day, she steps into my thoughts
A cold , foggy breeze runs through the meadow, and chills
Often, through this clouded day, she steps into my thoughts
A Cold , foggy breeze runs through the meadow, and chills
An allegory of nature, her anklet dances there, muses on the height of a pin,
The breeze blows gently, an aroma, through the thin air, reigns.
She keeps on dancing, her muse runs along the air, nature sings, and adores.
Her anklet sounds there
And the music is on and on,
And she dances there, with ecstasy, the solitary one.
She keeps on dancing, her muse runs along the air, nature sings, and adores.
Her anklet sounds there
And the music is on and on,
And she dances there, with ecstasy, the solitary one.
Where the moonlight is an eloquent smile meant only for your gorgeous lips,
A sea halts there for your precious golden touch, one true bliss
This heart weaved a gem of a fantasy, of an eternal tie
Love, why are you so obscure in my fantasy there, in my spree?
Are you not my enchanting friend, will you not belong there to be?
Are you not my enchanting friend, will you not adore me there, shan’t we?
Often, through this clouded day, she steps into my thoughts
A cold , foggy breeze runs through the meadow, and chills
Often, through this clouded day, she steps into my thoughts
A Cold , foggy breeze runs through the meadow, and chills
An allegory of nature, her anklet dances there, muses on the height of a pin,
The breeze blows gently, an aroma, through the thin air, reigns.
She keeps on dancing, her muse runs along the air, nature sings, and adores.
Her anklet sounds there
And the music is on and on,
And she dances there, with ecstasy, the solitary one.
She keeps on dancing, her muse runs along the air, nature sings, and adores.
Her anklet sounds there
And the music is on and on,
And she dances there, with ecstasy, the solitary one.
Often, through this clouded day, she steps into my thoughts
A cold , foggy breeze runs through the meadow, and chills
Often, through this clouded day, she steps into my thoughts
A Cold , foggy breeze runs through the meadow, and chills
An allegory of nature, her anklet dances there, muses on the height of a pin,
The breeze blows gently, an aroma, through the thin air, reigns.
She keeps on dancing, her muse runs along the air, nature sings, and adores.
Her anklet sounds there
And the music is on and on,
And she dances there, with ecstasy, the solitary one.
She keeps on dancing, her muse runs along the air, nature sings, and adores.
Her anklet sounds there
And the music is on and on,
And she dances there, with ecstasy, the solitary one.
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