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Black copper kettle a candle and a knife Silver and silk and a tie to catch their eye Patiently waiting the cover of the night Down from the hill to the village out of sight Oh, what will he do? Waiting Longing Aching for you Your innocence Beautiful Delectible Creeping through shadows all throughout the night Watching in windows where happiness is shy Laughter and hands play their voices getting tired Too late to scream and its too late to cry Now it's time for you From Letras Mania