When the silence of the night is nearing the ground, with leaves like gliders of golden brown, falling from the Midas trees, like raptures in the twilight as we caress. As the winds whisper in dreams of our love, through eyes of your negligee lace, with a brush of warm breath caressing me, from your lips of sweet rose cocaine, Swaying in your cradle where life begins, in the winter of
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