Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened The orchards and towns are greedy tonight The stars appear like the image of bees Of this luminous honey that offends the vines For now all sweet in their fall from the sky Each ray of moonlight’s a ray of honey Now hid I conceive the sweetest adventure I fear stings of fire from this Polar bee that sets these deceptive rays in my hands And takes its moon-honey to the rose of the windsSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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