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When the night patterns the room And black sands return I will drift away from land As the sky begins its burn Only you, darling Can call me back in For the particles are joyous As they alight on your skin The nearer the fountain The nearer the fountain More pure the stream flows And sweeter the river Into which love grows I have cried for you darling Are you coming back to me? For the particles are joyous As they alight on your skin The particles are joyous As they alight on your skin From Letras Mania