Secretly I long for you,
Like longing for a lost toy
from a far away childhood.
Secretly I dream of you,
Like I dream of fairy princes
And sorcerers of all sort.
But then day becomes night
And inside comes the moonlight,
Destroying all things innocent,
All things sweet and kind.
And I feel the burning desire
Almost coming to flesh and blood.
Do I always have to make love
to your ghost instead of you every night?
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