On the balcony of love
In empty spaces
When I looked up
In my wonderings
Of the city of love
Up in the sky
Like the north star
The red velvety sheen
From behind the all revealing
Veil of love
That window
Where I would spend nights
On the corner of the street
For you to appear
Never did my talk reach you
But the arrow of glance
In the coziness of your bosom
My desires lead me
Never say goodbye
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Well, I'd let Greg Plitt (#5) come in through my window.
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