I heard your strange song playing through
our blue night
Good and tender, heart-strong inventions
Good and tender, heart-strong inventions
plucking light
The strings that tie me to the moon
The strings that tie me to the moon
Your creation swoons across season.
This flight
Our love... yes... that wild born stars sing so well
and might
Play my name with yours on heaven's eternal radio
Forever, forever, playing our blue night:
The kiss that was,
on the lips of every crooner,
The kiss that was our blue night
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