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The sky dressed in red by midsummer sunset, lake so tranquil filled with thy scarlet tears |
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Enchantress my queen of nightfall, thy mesmeric gaze will take command (in the frame of the wilderness) |
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The dusk descends and sadly entwines the shades, in the pale moonlight, full of whispers |
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Over the forest (creeping) mist brings desires, silhouettes sank by silvery sea |
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The passion reigns as the grey haze caresses thee, the splendour of beauty, mysterious and seductive |
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In the frame of wilderness, so serene, the spell which thou cast on me |
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For thee enchantress all the angels weep |
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Nightshades increased by silver tears |
