Calling out,
Before the indigo night,
Turns to light.
She knows my secrets,
This little one,
Having seen,
I was with You,
In my dreams.
She knows my secrets,
This little one,
Having seen,
I wake in Your arms.
How can I say,
Where she begins and I end?
When we dance and sparkle,
As one perfect,
Song of love.
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