I know a dark-eyed seraph
With skin like molten honey
I will gather moonflowers
And fall them in a shower
We will talk of stars
Diamonds on velvet
Like the petals that cling
To his night-dark hair
Han. It could be from no other. And the disappointed look on Mistress Satine's face when she handed his gift over to him confirmed that fact even more.
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