Nightingale
Tim Moore
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Walking in my lady's forest
Hear her darkness groan
Nightingale, she moans in her resistance
She flies in star-lit treetops
Sees my lantern pass
Nightingale, she shings and darkness listen
She sees the night
Burning with a thousand fires
Crying desires and confessions
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Only ghosts and seashells
Speak the deepness of her sighs
Nightingale, your eyes are my expression
She sees the night
Burning with a thousand fires
Crying desires and confessions
Only ghosts and seashells
Speak the deepness of your sighs
Nightingale, your eyes are my expression
Nightingale, your eyes are my expression