Relief, from the lewd and loud
The commoner's goad
To be sought where, O bad mouthed
Of the slimy toad?
'Follow me; guided more'ore
By your own dream-wish.
Minding not, a moth's thicker
Whirring makes drowsy!
Eve-blurred, though mooned, too, balmy
Where soft eyes flourish'.
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