Dawn's mist like emeralds in her eyes a blue of Evangeline's melancholia with petals of forget-me-nots and of love's rhapsody, she cries before the morn gives rise A song-tale symphony she beddy-byes as her lips of crimson dew sigh poetically swinging on god's glider as the idler arm quotes a midnight flyer in the shadow of the moon's hour Mountain high like an eagle of pulsing lust
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