Literature


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The fair clouds wisp up etheral shapes
Sunlight falling, midnight gapes
Gluttonous mouth to consume all things divine
Whether be his, hers, yours or mine
Gleaming fangs of star and moon
The deep red sunset; day doth swoon
Saucy night with tongue doth lick
The heart of me through air so thick
Fell deeds await in her great shroud
And you shall wish again to see that cloud