Right before you conquer the night

Let me hold you…

 

Right before you go all the way up, up, up into the starry sky

Let me hold you…

 

Right before you watch over dreamy lands

Let me hold you…

Let me hold you in my humble hands.

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Oh, woman…

You, poor soul,

A poor soul, lost in revelry.

Heaven, let your moon shine down on her.

 

 

 

 

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