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The Harlot's House

Rating: 3.5

We caught the tread of dancing feet,
We loitered down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.

Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud musicians play
The "Treues Liebes Herz" of Strauss.

Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,

The shadows raced across the blind.
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Felix 16 April 2019

a few of the words are wrong

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Allemagne Roßmann 28 September 2012

Serene escapade-what a poem?

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