But why did their flights-first-foil lose fain
With those darker nights, we're all pertain
To love - of course, it was that first dusk
The first of rose's resident in her musk
Was gathered-up in a petals train
Chased now that bloom to her roots lust
From the thigh, the femoral star's dust
Many suns have gone on to shine again
But none as brightly as womankind can, amen.
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