Night has a secrete game
In the heart it ignites a flame
Of love and passion and lust
Of deep intimacy and trust
Bodies meet as water and milk
Play in the sheet of musk and silk
Night finishes its game at dawn
As dew drops shine in the lawn
A divine feeling grips the bodies
In peace they sing sweet rhapsodies
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I would like to translate this poem
in the current days of no labour such nights we love forever let us ensure a balance of poplation as many die produce each time twins compensation is the order of day so during nights let us merrily play to keep CORONANEE away