The leaded window opened
To move the dancing candle flame
And the first moths of summer
Suicidal came,
Oohh - oohh suicidal came
And a new breeze chattered
In its May-bud tenderness
Sending water-lielies sailing
As she turned to get undressed
And the long night awakended
And we soared on powdered wings
Circling our tomorrows
In the wary month of spring - chasing shadow slipping
In a magic lantern slide - creatures of the candle on a night-light ride.
Dipping and weaving - flutter through the golden needle`s eye
In our haystack madness, butterly-stroking on a Spring-tide high.
Life`s too long (as the Lemming said )
As the candle burned and the moths were wed.
And we`ll all burn together as the wick grows higher
Before the candle`s dead.
The leaded window opened
To move the dancing candle flame.
And the first moths of summer
Suicidal came, oohh - oohh suicidal came
To join in the worship of the light that never dies
In a moments reflection of two moths spinning in her eyes.
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