Go-dispense your blood sluice days
In the fragrance where love
In her seesaw balances lays.
Betwixt the stars hereof, above.
Now the stopper has been lifted free.
Let her vintage pour henceforth
Anew, let the original, genie flee
That never once flew, back or forth…
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