The moon gleaming a diamond nectar white.
Does the heart pressure to hasten my fate?
radiance of glance and shrewd lock on sight.
In clandestine doth the soul be placate?
patience we do establish ourself in.
green olive of hope we shall adhere to
lace and glamour we wish to shelf pronto
said often that thou who waits on shall win.
yet we know in a moonshine tide will tell
Does the heart pressure to hasten my fate?
radiance of glance and shrewd lock on sight.
In clandestine doth the soul be placate?
patience we do establish ourself in.
green olive of hope we shall adhere to
lace and glamour we wish to shelf pronto
said often that thou who waits on shall win.
yet we know in a moonshine tide will tell
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