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Edgar Allan Poe |
I saw it in their nuptial party,
Prey of intense blush Auque reigned, victorious, In his lathe, the love. They twinkled like stars their pupils. Sorry, I contemplated enthralled in them As much as in the world there is of beautiful. The chastity that the face inflames It is only vestal chastity, But to their fatal charm It sprouted stronger the flame In the chest of the one that one day He/she saw it prey of the blush, auque in his lathe had a world full with love! |