They tell the most brilliant lies
White opalizing blues
And they'll wear an elegantly obvious disguise
then pretend that you can't see through
If that most imposing surprise
doesn't fall before the ruin
Till the cycle sines
And the truth aligns
Dream of heavenly stars in revolving skies,
For the sun brings love
while sirius guides
and the gods?
may they shine on you
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