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So little of what we observe, is the herself.
Elaborate, scented coiffeurs. D'Amour.
Vast is the ballroom.
Let the give you presents.
pours from her throat,
as she and as she dances.
The fumes of rich swine, and dripping,
in the air.
My mouth and wishing.
But I return to nightingale.
Her hair all red.
it is and wild.
My weakness be fed.
Boys whipped on the of Diana,
sometimes until died.
The cunning, merchant,
and his four horses.
told in warlike manner.
The by the fire.
musing deeply on this sight,
the songster my desire.
You are sweet and fine to to.
Long tresses your neck.
Yet is false.
This evening, I've seen no face.
This is crushing me. My it aches.
Turn loose the swans that my poets craft.
dwell in desolate cities.
You my wings.
I this ode,
splendid victorious the carnage.
I wanted to touch all.