In the evening haze she stands on stage
Her soft look falling while ears are turned
O ember that that warms the evening!
Aria felt in every chest
The grooves you promenade
Is a sweet stately song
A caressing finger on her neck
Presses prelude to an embrace
Body black of over garb
Presses prelude to an embrace
Body black of over garb
Voices ardourous color song
Sounds intensive for verses shame
I am sure we’ve been destined by God
Because it’s unlikely that my hands would pluck her
These fretful eyes have crossed many bridges
From a gypsy who dances on violent northern lights
Now she expresses to my full scales
Pouring new rhythms to my soul
Brimming me to many blues and reds
O Boadicea Boadicea
Aria felt in my chest
Aria felt in my chest
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