Into The Vivid Dim Of Light
Fearless, Not In A Moody Flight
Walking In The Sunlight Field
Underneath The Earth's Surface, Filled
With A Certain Weeping Willow
That Quivers And Comforts As A Pillow
Which Perverts And Flourishes
In A Dream That Nourishes
The Perfect Semantic Of Beauty
That I Declare As A Nightly Duty
Through A Tender So Pure And Bright,
I Just Dropped By To Say Good Night.
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