The Face in evanescence lain
Is more distinct than ours —
And ours surrendered for its sake
As Capsules are for Flower’s —
Or is it the confiding sheen
Dissenting to enamor us
Of Detriment divine?
The Face in evanescence lain
Is more distinct than ours —
And ours surrendered for its sake
As Capsules are for Flower’s —
Or is it the confiding sheen
Dissenting to enamor us
Of Detriment divine?
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