A Light Intoxication of a Scarlet Tender Fragrancetouches me, I
Standing on a Brink, Looking to a DistanceSeeking but not
Scintillating Sun rises overa Terrible Splanding Rich Tumult of PaintsA
The thick Moan of Universal Alarm Bellcarries away in Remote
The Light has diedand Bleakness hang over meI gaze in
The Purple Star fell through beyond HorizonAnd Glow has gradually
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