On the grapple of the night,the crescent glitters,
In its supple rays,I look at you,and
my palate starts to clatter.
Where have you come from,what
burghal are you going to?
I wonder , dumbfounded,
that this face is like the orb of night,
these hasp of hair,like the eventide...
A hundred avidity have,
enlivened within me !
The lambent of your face is like,
an elation that gradually,
brumes my eyesight.
Into my forlonness,into this place of desolation,
you came,bringing such tinge,
even so I wonder,
are you really here,
or are you only an illation,
like a hallucination that is formed
only to be ravaged?
In its supple rays,I look at you,and
my palate starts to clatter.
Where have you come from,what
burghal are you going to?
I wonder , dumbfounded,
that this face is like the orb of night,
these hasp of hair,like the eventide...
A hundred avidity have,
enlivened within me !
The lambent of your face is like,
an elation that gradually,
brumes my eyesight.
Into my forlonness,into this place of desolation,
you came,bringing such tinge,
even so I wonder,
are you really here,
or are you only an illation,
like a hallucination that is formed
only to be ravaged?
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