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In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your color and shape are as I want them
you are mine you are mine woman with sweet lips
and my infinite dreams live in your life
br/>you are mine you are mine I go screaming in the afternoon breeze
and the wind drags my voice widow hunter from the bottom of my eyes
your theft is watertight like water your nocturnal gaze
the lamp of my soul makes you blush on your feet
and my sour wine is sweeter on your lips
oh reaper of my evening song
how my lonely dreams feel you are mine
you are mine you are mine I go screaming in the afternoon breeze
and the wind drags my voice, widow hunter from the bottom of my eyes
your theft is watertight like water your nocturnal gaze
The net of my music is a prisoner, my love
and the nets of my music are wide as the sky
my soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning
and in your eyes of mourning it begins the country of the dream
you are mine you are mine I go screaming in the afternoon breeze
and the wind drags my voice widow hunter from the bottom of my eyes
your theft is watertight like water you night look