The moon uninvited came
Smelling of daffodils, her lips sweet red wine
Swaying her hips like a lover
Smelling of daffodils, her lips sweet red wine
Swaying her hips like a lover
The way long and long out of sight Bearings and light leeward lost Darkness abounding de-fettered Night lining out our hearts Even in day...
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