There’s trouble rising,
My heart’s in retrograde.
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There’s trouble rising,
My heart’s in retrograde.
Under the skin of your emotion
Is a blackened space,
Your heart dims shadow places
Alone again it’s a slumber-less night.
All this moonlight makes for a strange romance
Your mind is a wonderland,
A candy store,
Like a child, I scream for more.