The banquet feast lies behind those doors
What will we find there?
Seeing you twirl before my eyes
With midnight's gown
you dare.
Clamoring voices rouse the people
Your voice only do I hear.
Tables set with exquisite taste
What, darling, do
you fear?
The music melody sings our hearts
What can love be?
Blackness all round, empty space
Alone in soul,
you. me.
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