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The swan in the shadow seems to snow
peak is amber, the dawn to the light;
the soft twilight that passes so soon
blush candida light wings.
And then in the waves of the blue lake,
after he lost his glow of dawn,
outstretched wings and neck arched,
Silver Swan is bathed in sunlight.
That is, when sponge feather silk
Olympic wounded bird of love,
and viola in the lymph sound Leda
looking lips in peak bloom.
Sighs the beautiful nude and beaten,
and as air their complaints are gone,
green background of dense foliage
sparkling eyes troubled Pan
peak is amber, the dawn to the light;
the soft twilight that passes so soon
blush candida light wings.
And then in the waves of the blue lake,
after he lost his glow of dawn,
outstretched wings and neck arched,
Silver Swan is bathed in sunlight.
That is, when sponge feather silk
Olympic wounded bird of love,
and viola in the lymph sound Leda
looking lips in peak bloom.
Sighs the beautiful nude and beaten,
and as air their complaints are gone,
green background of dense foliage
sparkling eyes troubled Pan
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