Man:
dew in the calyx
wolves love the dew
do you drink the dew?
mixed with a honey
or an ambrosia as terrific viands
I also like ambrosia
but with the dew
and petals of roses
born for my
magnificent magical decoction
which charms everything
Wolf:
dew in the calyx
of a lily of the valley
or of an Asian magnolia
it can capture flowers
and your philosophical considerations
you poor man
sometimes the dew flows
with shooting stars
when they are fallen
after fulfilling in the fog
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