There's a young man
Who sings to the wilderness moon
And his song of lament bears a harrowing tune
There are dreams to be treasured
When moments arise
Through Aphrodite's eyes
She was born on the blood
Of the foam on the sea
Instilled with the grace
Of a flowering tree
He appeared as a saint
But she read his disguise
Through Aphrodite's eyes
There were moments of peace
As they lay in the sun
And the cypress trees signalled
The battle was won
Nurtured by truth
She considered her prize
Through Aphrodite's eyes
While his manner of speech
Spoke of total neglect
She sought her revenge
For his lack of respect
He confessed to his sins
As she feigned her surprise
Through Aphrodite's eyes
Tortured by love
He wept as she smiled
Led to believe
That she carried his child
Condemned was the victim
She grew to despise
Through Aphrodite's eyes

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