Come, and under the hood
Of their declining ways
Let us bear away these
Our shy-molested days.
The unlikliest found! What in
Mystique are brought near
To the One Sided Flower's
That warm a sacred fear.
From one ledge, out of all
Polynesia that peep.
But scented of gods, round
Ra'aitea who creep.
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