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Ah, this ballet in shadows,

Allow me to caress your legs,

With a glance touching the feet, what

Like doves flatter and dance.

Tenacious soldier, at dollhouse,

Red tine melts into a knapsack

A small finger lies on a thunder mouse,

The rats will go without returning.

Throwing a coin, under the moon

You didn’t have fun with me, buffoon.

Let’s sit on this bench with miss,

Acephalous seer, and I give you a kiss.