歌词
Whisper, whisper
Speak not the words that sustain your lips so pure
The rising moon will call the fogs
To sing that overture
Let them be heard for in their words
A sweetness falls in hollows
Where souls can pass unnoticed
And hide their deepest sorrows
They call and bind, a link with find
To join the earth and moon
A virtuous magnetic quest
Is woven on their loom
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