While
The Music Still Plays
Show me
the secret worlds
behind your searching eyes -
together, we could dance one last
tango.
Ulysses Returns
... and then
ancient Argus,
his destiny now come,
wagged his weary tail and gave soft
whimper ...
Cleopatra
How sweet
this painful bliss,
from the kiss of an asp;
and now, one last sunrise to light
my path ...
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