My arbour for thy confluence
Beneath the celestial fragrance
Of night and hovering moon
Beside the somnolent lagoon
Sky showers the heavenly bliss
Horizon bends down to kiss
And witness our confluences
Firefly in the darkness dances
Tulle of thine robe will flatter
In the whipping windy weather
Ma Cherie Ma Cherie whisper
With fertile kisses would cover
Thine eyelids, and you'll shiver
In this concupiscence together
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