When shall I rest in her loving arms,
and taste her glossy lips
If this heart is too far,
and to tired to leap
I would like to wrap myself around her arms,
just to feel her love
But how can I achieve this fantasy,
when I'm as shy as a dove
Her caress is life's incentive,
for all my suffering and defeat
But I think it's impossible,
for in her world I never fit
When shall I rest in her loving arms,
and kiss her glossy lips
If this man is a coward,
who relies on destiny's tip
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