Latin Song in D Minor (Gold/Conway) Songtext

Sinsuality

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Latin Song in D Minor (Gold/Conway) Songtext
A tenor's lament to your soprano
I was bewitched by your style
The grace in which you
Held me in rapture
Now my memory
Caught like a photo capture

You turned to face the mirror
And cast one final glance
In a look which said to me
That you were mine
'Cause you'd let me be

We talked of lands so foreign
And about the language of love
Picture are hands together
And our lips they are sealed

Torn down to the seventh
Eighth and ninth layers
Of Dante's fire
Condemned for being unable to praise
To offer a single thought
A single phrase

I held you close in my dreams
The kind that rage with the sea
I'm overtaken to confess
For you my love, I must profess
We talked of lands so foreign
And about the language of love
Picture are hands together
And our lips they are sealed
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