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In the back of a mare,
Power notwithstanding, Delicacy turned the air Through candid cycles of devotion, Come to me With the brilliant haze, Of a million stars and a lonely moon, Radiant eyes shone to me, As words whispered softly In the midst of a gentle breeze, My heart exhaled- Come to me, Come to me like the summer rain, Hot, incessant, outpour Saturated with the ability to revoke My scorching thirst and Cracked parched lips- Come to me. Leave my sweet temptations, Be appeased by moon's delight. |
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