Tirant Lo Blanc: Gent De Nàpols I De Roma...
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3:00The moon settles in the dusky sky The gentle eyes of the north star Rest upon your sleeping face And the heavens gaze upon you In this moment, I know (I know) You are not from the ground on which you tread But of the stars (but of the stars) Of the stars You are my radiant, my celestial child You are my radiant, my celestial child As night is drowned by morning You remain at my side Accompanying the sunrise Until night swells (until night swells) Until night swells (until night swells) Again across the sky Then, dreaming, you return to the stars Dreaming, you return to the stars You are my radiant, my celestial child You are my radiant, my celestial child