'First day of love never comes back, a passionate hour's never a wasted one.
The violin, the poet's hand, every thawing heart plays your theme with care.
Kiss while your lips are still red, while he's still silent rest,
while bosom is still untouched, unveiled.
Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool,
drown into eyes while they're still blind.
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn.'
Diabolic Doll.
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