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Nine is the highest garden in heaven and the deepest pit in hell. Nine is the cloud on which lovers walk, Hand-in-hand letting their passions talk, And plan their future in their private garden. If neither looks in the direction, Which their ardor is leading, They will fall off their cloud of adoration, They will lose love’s tranquil garden And win a lonely cell in the abyss. Written for "Nine, Nine, Nine!"
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