Ah, heart to heart and lips to lips, all night in love we lie
And watch the cold, new winter moon trace crystal down the sky;
Ah, lips to lips and heart to heart, we lie, the long night through
And seek, through questing arms and hands, to make one world of two.
Oh, pity that our untouched souls are doomed to never mate;
The little ivory towers of self remain inviolate.
Futile, the quest, and futile, then, the pale and lost caress
That beats, with bruised, defeated wings, the Wall of Loneliness...
And watch the cold, new winter moon trace crystal down the sky;
Ah, lips to lips and heart to heart, we lie, the long night through
And seek, through questing arms and hands, to make one world of two.
Oh, pity that our untouched souls are doomed to never mate;
The little ivory towers of self remain inviolate.
Futile, the quest, and futile, then, the pale and lost caress
That beats, with bruised, defeated wings, the Wall of Loneliness...
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