Sleepy
Sleepy
Sleepy-eyed
In the lips of Beauty
Lie
In the whirlwind of sweet kiss
In the passion of the touch
The delirium of the joining
Out rains patter
Rare thunder
Distant
Yet lightning frequent
For a while anxiety flies
With it stress
And
With it angst
Sleepy
Sleepy
Sleepy-eyed
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