Tell me full moon in Leo strolling by
Is your beauty truly won or merely bestowed
Where would you be if the creeping sun
Did not restore your ugly soul
To borrowed brightness
You grudgingly dissolve
In the old stories we return
To your landscape of utopias
To your forbidden forests
Before the earth rejected you
Though you still claim to love her
Passing back and forth
Tonight I hear your lion's roar
At my front door
But I with beauty sleep
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