He was a wizard of a thousand years
We met one night, wandering
Telling me old tales, drinking my wine
Me and my wise man - we could feel fine
With his words of gold and eyes of fire
He made me feel, as he spoke, a deep desire.
Learning his alien language
Means I'll be the lady of his mountain home
Listening to his sweet words
Means I'll never be alone...
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