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Closing of night

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What enhance reflected in dear’s fair eyes

A craving later to become my treasure
Moved to blaze, I dost fail to disguise
Need in my thighs ere want of pleasure

As pleasing the song I doth find profound
Tis more pleasing thou lips when touching mine
Oh! My tinted core shall signal love resound
Thou dazed earliest, outrageous divine

Hushed I shan’t be, so close to soft breasts
This fanatical man hath nary more breath
Gift me thy pure soul, not in plain request
But let thine tongue express afore my near death

I plead thee allow the stars remain bright
Give thyself to me fore the closure of night.

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