In this night of love, we dance among the moon giving shine of red-headed onion in your hair as a storm brew lust locomotion On a falling star of thorns, we entwine giving in to our confession with wine as we copulate, and the devil waits with jealousy on his red face But as the dawn gives rise to the dew and the weathervane brings the rains I feel the passion of your kiss with
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