In docile hope
Your fragile wings
I guess you
Divine idyll
The love that sleeps
In an unreal breath
My madness, my desire
My whim, my idyll
I steal a pen from you
To write a rhyme
In the light of the moon
My friend the idyll
My ideal soul
the fatal tear
My madness, my desire
My whim, my idyll
Divine idyll
On my waves the soul
She hoisted the sail
I have the sickness of illusions
Heart in flames
Sparks
She has to slow down
If I close my eyes
She calls me
My madness, my desire
My whim, my idyll
Divine idyll
My friend the idyll
I dream of an idyll
Divine idyll
My â ideal me
My idyll

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