The cat sleeps in the red chair
My lover combs her jet black hair
There's mystery in a way of walking
It's witching hour no need to talk
And there are diamonds in our bed
I put your hands about my head
My lover worships the sun
Her body is the Amazon
My lover is of royal birth
My lover smells of the good earth
I give my love my life to wear
I taste my life in that black hair
At three o'clock it's time to say
Rest you love till break of day
Rest you love till break of day
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