The Far Moon Maketh Lovers Wise In Her Pale Beauty Trembling Down, Lending Curved Cheeks, Dark Lips, Dark Eyes, A Strangeness Not Her Own. And, Though They Shut Their Lids To Kiss, In Starless Darkness Peace To Win, Even On That Secret World From This Her Twilight Enters In.
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