Текст песни Midnight Flower - Katharine Blake
Fly
not
yet
'tis
just
the
hour
When
pleasure
like
the
midnight
flower
That
scorns
the
eye
of
vulgar
light
Begins
to
bloom
for
sons
of
night
And
maids
who
love
the
moon
'Twas
but
to
bless
these
hours
of
shade
That
beauty
and
the
moon
were
made
'Tis
then
their
soft
beguiling
glow
Will
set
the
tides
and
wine
aflow
For
maids
who
love
the
moon
Joy
so
seldom
weaves
like
this
tonight
But
oh
'tis
pain
to
break
its
links
so
soon
Oh
stay
oh
stay
Fly
not
yet
'tis
just
the
hour
When
pleasure's
like
the
midnight
flower
Though
icy
cold
by
day
we
ran
Yet
still
like
souls
of
mirth
we
began
To
burn
when
night
was
near
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