With eyes of cognac-amber, and a moon over your shadow Cloaked with a vesture and midnight stars of sweet caviar I tricked a caller of the wilds, Mephistopheles his game Beneath the sycamores and whistling winds with names As the scent of love rained down a tempest of lust We dance and swayed to music of the Pentecost Even though we were not tamed
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