In evening tide across the meadows of our wed and the embers of daylight fade to glory love kindles the winds of golden slumbers of spiritual moonlight in Shangri-La and promises from the book of life in footsteps down harmony hall As the tides of lust rush in over the shade in shadows of the walls paper mache and the cornucopia raining down stars I kiss the dew of your sweet lips
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