My heart's late at night.
Would someone lights it with his stars?
With his, those twinkling, tickling things that make me laugh.
My heart's late at night.
Would someone points me to the moon?
With his, those gentle, tender murmurings that ease my fever.
Would you? Would you?
Would you dye me purple when I'm all too black?
Would you pass me the night when the night seems to last for a life?
Please pick up my smile which I've left on your bedroom pillpw,
And send it to me with a seal of kiss.
I will be glad to be your listener
To all your exuberant fantacies. I will be patient.
Please pick up my blush which I've left on our first-kiss street,
And mail it to me with a game of caress.
I will be glad to affect week,
When you feel like being strong. I will be tame.
Would you pass me the night?
Would you be merciful enough to sing me a love song
If loneliness occupies me and takes all my music?
Would it be so? Would it be so?
Would you be considerate enough to hand me some warm
If darkness fills me and takes all my sunshine?
Would you? Would you?
My heart's late at night.
My love sufficates in ashes.
Somebody writes a poem about it,
Somebody writes a story about it,
Somebody writes a tune about it,
At this dark night
When my heart's late at night.
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