A satyr jumped
With giant strides
A Satyr flew
As the wind flies
And more.
A Satyr sung
A sacred song
Tress, flowers
Among:
A Satyr he
As in a bat
Transformed
Over the town
He flew
And at the night
A powder light
A magic light
He threw.
And woke the town next morn
Next dawn
And though the conscious civilization
Kept
It added the sub-conscious one too
Yet.
Yes, so, my Monsignor.
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