With a dance of a snake
Or with a curb of a wave
When all stars will go for a sleep
The silence only rule
And I will be in the mood of a king
What’s the fun what’s joke, oh my lovely
Without any iota of doubt
You will be my queen of the queen
In the darkness of dead midnight
We will do a feast without food
With your light of cherubic thought

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