The anemone and flower that weeps have grown in the garden plain where Melancholy sleeps between Amor and Disdain There our shadows linger too that the midnight will disperse the sun that makes them dark to view will with them in dark immerse The deities of living dew Let their hair flow down entire It must be that you pursue That lovely shadow you desireSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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