You start to sing
Oh my siren with wings
Blindly I’ll kiss
And I’ll cherish your ancient eyes
Your sun-withered tongue
Oh your lakes of gloom
I’m trying hard to wander off course
Just to numb my void
Oh let me drown in golden seas of daze
And let me fade in tortures of my craze
Turning my eyes
Towards the light of your sighs
Joyfully trapped
I am dying for ancient eyes
Your sun-withered tongue
Oh your lakes of gloom
I’m trying hard to wander off course
Just to numb my void
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