| Gleaming droplets douse the mead
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| Bringing with its breeze the scent
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| Of weeping willows babylon
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| Bedding down for winter’s chill
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| Like two young lovers intertwined
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| In the frivolity of life
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| Leaned one over with gallant whisper
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| Betrothed domains of ceaseless time
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| Coaxing her to drop her veil
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| To shroud his cloak around her frailty
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| As two together become one
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| To ride the winds of no tomorrow
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| Coquette mortality enraptured
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| A beam of light adorned her lips
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| With head leaned back welcomed her captor
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| Inhaled the sweet october mist
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| Caressing gently hallowed bodies
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| Undulate for dusk to see
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| Not yet kissed the waning siren
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| As Azrael waits patiently
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| For pendulum must swing away
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| From transient fear-uncertainty
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| Although he holds with timeless hands
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| The siren soul safe in his palms |