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~*~ This lady of truth, An enchantress of time, A mistress of evening, The cause of this rhyme, Lives in grand dreams Set in spheres of sweet light, As I ponder this passion, This inspiration of night. ~*~*~*~ This lady of warmth, A soothsayer of dawn, A private watcher of mine, Innocent as a fawn, Awaits in open meadows Amidst the calm of soft rays, As sun beats on her beauty, The counter of my days. ~*~*~*~ She is charmingly dangerous, Yet passionately smooth, And to her sweetest seduction No lonely man can refuse, For all too aware of her danger, I fall into darkness, I fall into love. ~*~
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