The soft moonlight

In your dark brow, G

I see

The soul is rotting

In this country

Get out of here, flee

How I fuck up

They portray us

In public rivalry

Say, “Raelene’s lying,”

“No, it’s G“

War on us in vanity

Take your soul from

Here, G – take love

As my keeps and flee

To see you fulfil my dream

Your true love set

Free, be forever dear to me

The devil can’t trap me

Tho devil he calls me

Blessed I’ll be

In the moon

I’ll find you

Woman of my dreams

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