The 17th mansion of the moon
Would you ever be with me in a ballon
Then a cat in a dress comes by the noon
Have thin eyes, and silver shiny swords
I steal you from the palace
Tie you to my lattice
Dye you in the mess of sweetness
Besides, you know the sense is
bewitched until you notice
Now you’re lost in my nonsense
Steal me from the darkness
And find me who has hidden in the depth
of my addicted habit “lassitude”
Release me. I’m stolen by you
The 17th mansion of the moon
Would you ever be with me
Then a cat in a dress comes from somewhere
Have thin eyes have silver swords
The 17th mansion of the moon
Would you ever be with me
Then a cat in a dress comes from somewhere
Have thin eyes have silver swords
Steal me from the darkness
And find me who has hidden in the depth
of my addicted habit “lassitude”
Release me. I’m stolen by you
I steal you from the palace
Tie you to my lattice
Dye you in the mess of sweetness
Besides, you know the sense is
bewitched until you notice
Now you’re lost in my nonsense
I just want to be sure
What do you seal into your purple eyes
into your induced cells?
Well…Why won’t you reveal it?
What do you see with your perfect eyes
into your induced cells?
Well…Why won’t you share it?
My silent tongue,
What do you care? Oh…
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