Infatuated by your beauty
Struck down by your body
What gives to know the sun
When the moon puts me on the run
That the high priestess is on top
And the Hermit below
That I can't find a shop
To ease this quick drop
Normal in heart and soul
Breaking into a black hole
But I've never talked to you
I've never walked with you
To know you is to find
That I may be too kind.
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