Saffron and sickly hues
Of everlasting dews
The sighs of one
Onto the other wither
In the fortress of solitude
And she sings the blues
Under the crimson moon
And she sings the blues
Under the crimson moon
Standing by the shores
Of a slow moving river
Not a whisper of wind
Throughout the heavens
A pale dessert of white lilies
Lights the heavy darkness
And she sings the blues
Under the crimson moon
And she sings the blues
Under the crimson moon
¸Dog days, dog days
In the region of shadows
Silence and meditation
Entwine in the night mist
She sings of a moment
But a moment to live
An eternity to fade away
Things spiritual reflect
In the delicacy
Of the gloomy river.
And she sings the blues
Under the crimson moon
And she sings the blues
Under the crimson moon
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