O My Dear Night
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O my dear night
Can I hold you in a cup
As a simmering liquid and
Drink you as a potion to my delight
Inebriated and gay
Can I rise up high into the
Sky and flow with the cool wind
And with the moon and the stars play
Can I love and kiss you
O my dear nigh and hold
Your slippery frame in my palms
As flowers hold the simmering dew
Bu şiiri puanla
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