Antony:
I feel you,
Johanna.
I feel you.
I was half-convinced I'd waken.
Satisfied enough to dream you,
happily I was mistaken,
Johanna.
I'll steal you,
Johanna,
I'll steal you.
Do they think that walls can hide you?
Even now I'm at your window...
I am in the dark beside you,
buried sweetly in your yellow hair!
I feel you,
Johanna!
And one day,
I'll steal you!
'Til I'm with you then,
I'm with you there...
sweetly buried in your yellow hair!
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