A face shining like a door unhinged
Under the long arm of the moon
To which the dark alluring foliage
Of your sorcery-laden eyes attend
The dark is full of bewitching sleep
And sorrow of forgotten dreams
I want to know what forbidden crops
Flower under your strange tutelage
So that our salvation is not lost
Under the long arm of the moon
To which the dark alluring foliage
Of your sorcery-laden eyes attend
The dark is full of bewitching sleep
And sorrow of forgotten dreams
I want to know what forbidden crops
Flower under your strange tutelage
So that our salvation is not lost
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