I count the days
Till you come back
I can't erase
Your golden plaque
So I just hope
And wait and pray
That you can cope
Another day.
For on the morrow
Bewitched by your kiss
I'll drink up your sorrow
And give you my bliss:
A fee for the Queen
The Goddess of dreams.
I'll stand on my knees
And she'll set me free.
Darkness
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