How white the ever constant moon, take care, my foolish heart! There's a line between love and fascination, That's hard to see on an evening such as this, For they give the very same sensation. When you are lost in the passion of a kiss. Your lips are much too close to mine, beware my foolish heart! But should our eager lips combine, then let the fire start. For this time it isn't fascination, or a dream that will fade and fall apart, It's love
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