In the vault of heaven;
Above the perihelion,
If no Sun shall melt,
Accord me, O sweetheart,
a plain sailing soft lane
Off the brume of looming -up darkness
where none's dwelt.
O'er the tint of rainbow rays,
Accord me an indelible, joyous days; -
Adorned with the beauty of camomiles,
A brilliant trail of shines to walk,
In the garden above the horizon's miles
And a wishful psalm of each rosary of your breaths talk
My heart the love of me in the matins of the dawn
If for real you love me,
And for none but me alone!
I sha'nt wait what you want me to be
Unless you favor my wishes,
For here, the world's engraved by hatred!
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