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Silver moonshine touched your face

Emotions went deeper when we embraced

Eachother in a field of moss

In the silence of the night we lost

The sense of time in a kind of lust

When nothing disturbs the scene

Time is running, life is passing

Where is the end, where is a hold

When eternal time will fade

This is the fresh air after the rain

And I had no control over my brain

Remembering nothing, i had enough

And sensual my heart hungers for love

Time is running, life is passing

Where is the end, where is a hold

When eternal time will fade

Where is the end, where is a hold

When eternal time will fade

When eternal time will fade

The silver moonshine touched your face

It's my eldest dream and I still dream on