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The Inn of Dreams
That garden of all dreams and ecstasies
Where my soul sings through an eternal spring,
Watching alone with enigmatic eyes,
Dark wings on pale flower-petals quivering
. . .
O words of all my songs
. . .
black butterflies!
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