.This evening the moon dreams more lazily.
As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep.
With gentle hand caresses listlessly.
The contour of her breasts before she sleeps.
On velvet backs of avalanches soft. She often lies enraptured as she dies.
And gazes on white visions aloft.
Whic.
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