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The night is dewy as a maiden's mouth,
The skies are bright as are a maiden's eyes, Soft as a maiden's breath, the wind that flies Up from the perfumed bosom of the South. Like sentinels, the pines stand in the park; And hither hastening like rakes that roam, With lamps to light their wayward footsteps home, The fire-flies come stagg'ring down the dark. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |