Celtic Woman movie - The Butterfly lyrics

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This evening the moon dreams more lazily <br>

As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep <br>

With gentle hand caresses listlessly <br>

The contour of her breasts before she sleeps <br>

On velvet backs of avalanches soft <br>

She often lies enraptured as she dies <br>

And gazes on white visions aloft <br>

Which like a blossoming to heaven rise <br>

When sometimes on this globe, in indolence <br>

She lets a secret tear drop down, by chance <br>

A poet, set against oblivion <br>

Takes in his hand this pale and furtive tear <br>

This opal drop where rainbow hues appear <br>

And hides it in his breast far from the sun<br>

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