Harmony Of Evening
Now those days arrive when, stem throbbing, each flower sheds its fragrance like a censer: sounds and scents twine in the evening air: languorous dizziness, Melancholy dancing! Each flower sheds its fragrance like a censer: the violin quivers, a heart thats suffering: languorous dizziness, Melancholy dancing! the sky is lovely, sad like a huge altar. The violin quivers, a heart thats suffering: a heart, hating the vast black void, so tender! the sky is lovely, sad like a huge altar: the sun is drowned, in its own blood congealing. A heart, hating the vast black void, so tender: each trace of the luminous past its gathering! The sun is drowned, in its own blood congealing A vessel of the host, your memory shines there.
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