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A cloud of moonlight
Rose hips on water
To brush thy hand
Upon the waves

I taste thy sweat, hold me
That look upon you
O', the beastly
In me…

Holy, tis I
That goeth down on you
A milky stream
That runneth rouge
Singeth the angels
Tis what thou want?
Tis but the night
That bringeth you, you…

A thorn, a cherry
Thine grip so mild
And, O', thine lips
Around the thorn

I've dreamt for thee
That look upon you
O', the beastly
In me…

Holy, tis I
That goeth down on you
A milky stream
That runneth rouge
Singeth the angels
Tis what thou want?
Tis but the night
That bringeth you, you…

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