The mystery of all the nights
Is something you can miss.
Despite the clear and clean device
It is like Nature's kiss
That, in the vividness of flesh
Vibrating by the string
Of our ever-brightened being
Reforms, rebuilds, refreshes.
You'll hardly think it has a sense,
You'll hardly catch the rhyme
But burning out the secret's fence
You'll feel a thrill in spine.
Awakened, full of hopeless dreams
You'll try to live your way
But never get a dancing glimpse
Of lovers' holiday.
The usual story
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