Teksty: Bjá¶rk. Dull Flame Of Desire.

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I love your eyes my dear.

their splendid, sparkling fire.

When suddenly you raise them

so to cast a swift embracing glance,

like lightning flashing in the sky.



But there's a charm that is greater still:



When my love's eyes are lowered,

when all is fired by passion's kiss



and through the downcast lashes,

I see the dull flame of desire.