clair de lune
whispers of the night chase me
they do not stop for anything but the sun
they cannot stop for anything but the sun
something inside me stirs
like dewy roses on a summer evening
i turn and face my shadows
blood blooming in my heart
the full-bodied moon shines fiercely
a tune plays somewhere in the night
clair de lune...clair de lune
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