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ode to the virgin empress
Jul 20, 2003 14:58
she brushes her midnight hair,
with a grace that belongs to the moonlight,
goddess of the eve,
her voice the tolling of the bells,
i am but a peasant,
unfit for her company,
yet she welcomes it,
and we dance
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