Under the azure sky
Below those white wandering clouds
We'll walk hand in hand,
Or arms slung lazily around each other.
And the grass will be green;
Or drained somewhere maybe,
We will be drunk,
Our eyes shall speak
When the lips refuse to move.
And when the night shall fall.
Sing me that lullaby,
The one you don't know, yourself
But still somehow;
Croon along
Staring at those twinkling orbs,
Right into your crinkling being
Smiling;
I shall pass into my slumber.
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