1
I STRIVE I CRAVE I LONG TOO MUCH
SO MUCH HER EYES, SO MUCH THE TOUCH
OF SHADOWS CAST ON DAYS TOO OLD
ON GLISTENING STRINGS THAT SHINE LIKE GOLD
YET THE DECEIVING MOODS SO WILD
KILL THE MAN IN EACH LI'L CHILD
THE EYES THAT SEE, THE EYES THAT TALK
OF MOONLIGHT ON IT'S FAINTING WALK...
2
TOO MUCH THE PAIN THAT STRIKES THE TUNE
TOO MUCH THE VOID IN A CRESCENT MOON
TOO MUCH THE LUST IN LOVE'S BLUE LIPS
TOO MUCH THE TEMPER SINKING DEEP...
3
THE RIVER REJOICED IN EBB AND FLOW
HAD NO ONE TO LOVE AND NO WHERE TO GO
JUST WAVES, THEY LAUGHED... AND LAUGHED SO WILD...
AND CHERISHED PLEASURE, BUT NEVER SMILED...
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