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Now if i could disclose secrets heaven only knowsif i'd lose all my ground and see your smile decomposeso i rest on the fact that i love you i supposeand i hang like the colors on a blind man's clotheshow does it feelhow does it feelhow does it feelto be on my mindi'm the pale moon rising i'm the ghost in flightthat steals through the spaces of your inward nighti'm the moth that's resting on your windowsillwith a lust for light and an iron willprey tell talk to me can you feel me in the fingersof the wind in your hair as if i'm standing therevery well like a child running to some mademoisellein his hand to his ear is pressed a great seashelli'm the moon-eyed fish swimming up to youyou're the tall Titanic but you'll be subduedthere's someone mapping out a rendezvousit seems to meyou're in my shadow here in my roomlove's such a strange word here in my roomi'm standing barefoot here in my roomsad as a gypsy here in my room
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