At first sight When at dusk birds go home Then starts this bewitching smile That I am longing for all the while Sheltered by a star-spangled dome. In a flurry here I am Waiting for these fairy gleams Which no one can glimpse But the lucky boy that I am. Open your arms in a beautiful style Grab my shoulders miss Maidstone How can I stand like a stone? For thousand of volcanoes are burning Only for one reason darling: I was hit by your fascinating missile.
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