Cousin, oh cousin,
come out to this moonlit garden
and talk about the future with me,
your beloved cousin.
She wishes you well on your decent
into the deep depths of sleep.
May you find pleasure
in the lowest nook in the dreams
you shall have tonight.
For I beg of you,
do not get hurt,
for we must talk again.
And sleep dost thou well
in every aspect of your being
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