Unto my lap, Heaven befalls,
Hell asleep in a sky so tall.
Maketh love Hell and Heaven,
Maketh fun of mountains seven,
Thy doth coil up to rake
nerves of beauties for his' sake.
Thy doth dear a fawn in rain,
and charm my heart not to gain.
Hug on tight to hiss- hiss night,
in a tiff with dreams infinite.
Missed a beau- monde jeer,
Missed is lust and greed to tear.
I sit by a flame,
Fire?- next door game.
Hear my Ulysses coming near,
By day I knit and I do fear,
Coming is night with greed to tear.
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