I sit out on my porch each night
Gazing at the stars so bright
Hoping that perhaps by chance
I might get but one more glance
Ballads of a love so pure,
Oh!Combien j'ai envie un tel amour !
Dare I step unto this stage, while
Longing for each candied phrase, to
Tantalize and tease my aim, you
Draw my passions boundless range
High above the mountains peak
Soaring out so far I’m weak and
Breathless as the night turns dawn
Out into the mornings yawn.
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