and your form and colour are the way I love them.

oh reaper of my evening song,

In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud

and my九-九-藏-書 nets of music are wide as the sky.

wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.

how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

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You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoons

the sour wine is sweeter oreaｄ.９9ｃsｗ•cｏmn your lips,

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,

Huntress of the depth of my eyes, your plunder

stills your nocturnal regard as though it wehtｔｐs://rｅad.９9csｗ•coｍre water.

and in your life my infinite dreams live.

You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips

My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.