Walk gently alone over the hued shores of the Vitasta
O full moon, orb of night, you're more friendly.
Your eyepiece is flashed with the angelic light,
And guiding me often in my far-reaching way.
Through your loveliness there is peace in the night.
Even so, with your flair and fondness,
with your
Radiance is stir in the clock of my core,
your dearest
Glance burst me into gallets and pierced my intellect,
Dear comrade of my good and bad; as you know
I am not a hedonist and please listen to you alone,
I do lift my veil, rueful, we forget our Saviour and become
And become unmannered.Queen regnant of the night
The day can't prosper without thine aid, from the great poets
Your prides I heard from my teenage in a better way
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