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The ghostly dreams of the nights breathe with the happy prayers of a fragrant heart, illuminating with bright candles A dream in a foggy haze. Love, striding towards the pedestal, flames with the never-fading stars of the Dawn, and the gaze of Venus hurries with priceless rays into the golden alcove, spraying exciting rings and a tantalizing aroma of excitement, sending unstable dreams and preserving the precious light of the love saga with blooming hyacinths. Quietly the crystal dews sway in the sad brilliance of the disappearing chain of nights – the black Pan is mad in the serpentine of comforts, mimosa nectar sways.