I love your eyes, my dear
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Their splendid sparkling fire
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When suddenly you raise them so
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To cast a swift embracing glance
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Like lightning flashing in the sky
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But there´s a charm that is greater still
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When my love´s eyes are lowered
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When all is fired by passion´s kiss
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And through the downcast lashes
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I see the dull flame of desire
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The Dull Flame Of Desire
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| Bjork |
