To my mind, do come please,
In a constant reverie unending...
With a night-jasmine fragrance and a sonance ultra-sweet,
Inside a grove with fresh green leaf.
This same morn, same solar orb crimson,
With diverse twangs under rays of the sun,
In life, the source of love's festivity,
It's from the welfare-resin of You only.
With tinted, worshiped, rhythmic vitality,
Come You in dance and song, warmly received aplenty...
At a hermitage of satisfaction, paradise of psyche,
Your visage perpetually serene.
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Smiling or scowling, in my mind You may rest easy.
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