CELTIC WOMAN - 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

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