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This the moon dreams more lazily
As some fair woman, lost in deep
With gentle caresses listlessly
The contour of her breasts before she
On velvet of avalanches soft
She lies enraptured as she dies
And gazes on visions aloft
Which like a blossoming to rise
When sometimes on globe, in indolence
She lets a secret tear drop down, by
A poet, set oblivion
Takes in his hand this pale and tear
opal drop where rainbow hues appear
And hides it in his breast far the sun