Temptations rest in lovely dreams
Of red and yellow flowers,
Spreading like the softest winds
Across the greenest fields
In nightfall comes such silvered
Moons, bearing goblets of wine
Anointed with all the pleasures,
Begging to be savored
Golden chimes, ringing hearts, and
Whispers of love’s bounties.
Do you hear the whispers tuning in the wind,
Fanning clarion’s calls to love and life?
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