To-night
For the last time,
I loose my hair to make a tent about you.
Come, lay your head on my knees
Your eyes are the lights of a town,
And my body is a sheltering hill.
Now my hair is a cloud,
To hide you from the inquisitive stars.
For the last time,
I loose my hair to make a tent about you.
Come, lay your head on my knees
Your eyes are the lights of a town,
And my body is a sheltering hill.
Now my hair is a cloud,
To hide you from the inquisitive stars.
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