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- O desert goddess, moon-kissed wanderer;
- Music follows you where e'er you walk
- Yes, you, the muse that speeds to me these words
- That like the lioness their prey does stalk,
- It's you, perfumed protector, that I talk
- Or write, if it's precision you desire.
- I'm sure at your great visage some would balk,
- But in me only burns a greater fire.
- Oh mother, would that you would take me high'r
- Within your arms, away from this cruel plane.
- The both of us, your chambers to retire
- A sacred haven far away from pain.
- I, lowly, can but look at you above.
- Will I, a mortal, ever know your love?
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