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As the sun goes down
Over the hills and far away
I melt with you
Under the trees
By a small lake

I'm lighter then air
And often need to be grounded
Or I go off in space
And I don't want to leave without you

We can draw down the moon
High on the hill by the blue sea
Radiating with light
As your body slowly dissolving
In a molecular stream
Oberans hiding
Under the trees
In a garland of orchids

In a waking dream
Titanias calling
Into the mist
Energy pulsing
Dive in deep
Clear light burning
Through your skin
Radiating