Black Star

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In the garden are growing black roses

They’re coming from the black star

Black as her eyes

Shining moonlight

Shaping her body in the night

 

In the garden she’s like the black roses

Raindrops keep falling in her eyes

Moving her arms

She’s dancing with the light

It’s coming from the black star

 

You, old star

Be mine tonight

I want to move her arms

You, old chap

Give me the night

Just one night

 

Our garden is a bounty of roses

Only one is black, the rest are white

I’m the black one

I’m still dancing with the light

It’s coming from the black star

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