Dripping condensation on my window like tears of a spirit alone in the dark and I in dreams of nocturnal songs feeling a touch of an angel's breath cradling me with a kiss of inspiration conceived with anthems of love So says the cellos of midnight strings with candles as my beacons beneath the friar's moon of incense in your raven blue hair at half-past a candle and chatoyant green eyes
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