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