On those certain nights
In the balmy summer heat,
She allows me to climb her tree
To indulge in her passionflower,
Her nectar sweet,
And I drink and drink
‘Til I can drink no more,
Never satiated, never satisfied,
Always in want of more
At dark of midnight
When a Summer night storm
Rears up in the moonless sky
Rains a cold rain upon us
And the sweet honeysuckle blows by
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