You who comes so fickle in the night, and leaves sweeter in the sun's rays; what I would give to have you stay a while longer. Amuse me for this time, my fancy. Leave your thoughts and dream with mine? You say we haven't got all the time in the world.
You live for the night, so I'll dream in the day of a moon without end. Will that fool you enough to make you fool enough to stay?
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