Lonely is the magpie
on branches stiff,
humid air
empty the countryside.
Calm beeches
well as oaks,
between silly shadows
fairies still live.
Shy is Lake
the barren ground
the moon cold
is rising,
Hesperus shines,
with the desire
throat, tender
you steal a kiss,
your body
tempts me, sitting
on the steps of heaven
I love your eyes
on.
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