With the night fall the birds fly;
To rest in their nest under the open sky.
I tread home on tired legs;
No one to share my story bags.
Lonely are my days,
And the nights, black and grey.
I long to be in your soft arms;
Give me those rosy lips with glossy balm.
The more I try to forget you;
The deeper I fall in love with you.
Make my life bright;
Fall in love with me for a night.
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