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This evening the moon dreams more
As some fair woman lost in deep
With hand caresses listlessly
The contour of her breasts she sleeps, oh

On velvet backs of soft
She often lies as she dies
And gazes on visions aloft
like a blossoming to heaven rise

When sometimes on this globe, in
She lets a secret tear down, by chance
A set against oblivion

Oh, takes in his hand this and furtive tear
This opal where rainbow hues appear
And it in his breast far from the sun