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A cloud of moonlight

Rose hips on water

To brush thy hand

Upon the waves

I taste thy sweat, hold me

That look upon you

O', the beastly

In me…

Holy, tis I

That goeth down on you

A milky stream

That runneth rouge

Singeth the angels

Tis what thou want?

Tis but the night

That bringeth you, you…

A thorn, a cherry

Thine grip so mild

And, O', thine lips

Around the thorn

I've dreamt for thee

That look upon you

O', the beastly

In me…

Holy, tis I

That goeth down on you

A milky stream

That runneth rouge

Singeth the angels

Tis what thou want?

Tis but the night

That bringeth you, you…