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As the night above me
Keeps on growing,
Closer and more real
Is your apparition. . .
Your shadowy eyes
On an ivory face,
Your voice like a prayerful murmur. . .

O Virgin of Sadness,
I hear your steps. . . I see,
Imprinted on my soul,
The outline of your feet. . .
You come from afar. . . Here
You come, smiling, to kiss me
With lips that have turned to dust.

That ghostly touch
Of your amorous Shadow
Plunges me into silence
And an ashen pallor. . .
And my life sinks,
Ecstatic and overwhelmed,
Into a gloomy abyss of love.
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