Silk
The silk of twilight's sweet caress
come down with me 'ol sweet symphony of hum and briar
until we collapse under a blanket made of starlight
The fantasy is a dream
The dream is a contest
Where is your mind?
Old' nymph
The struggle of the fly is the meal for a spider
and spin until the world is turned asunder
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