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Like a centauride
With blinking brown eyes,
Hunting ghosts,
With an arrow pointing at the sky.
The moon howls through the night,
With the sound of angel's elegance,
An echo drowns in a distant mind,
And bursts into flames.
Little daggers hit my body,
Little voice soothes my soul,
The moon haunts me,
And makes me howl in its afterglow.
Shadows dance,
Gentle moves,
Lunar silverlight,
Whispering among lovers of the dark,
And a vision
Hey babe,
You come with warm inner glow and grace,
Take care when travelling through the haze.
Hey babe,
You come with love and love comes your way,
When you don't feel love,
You'd better run away
I wanna feel your body,
I wanna kiss your soul,
But the moon...
Devious and fickle one.
Shine that winds around you,
Turns the dark to comfort night,
And I will keep on prowling,
Night after night.
Ride centauride,
With those blinking brown eyes...
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