| rdfs:comment | - Grains of sand trickle through the glass: but when together we fly, night is one long everlasting journey. Alight upon my shoulder, my neck, my cheek, let your sweet beak leave a hundred, nay a thousand kisses upon me. Let us confuse them, so that no enemy may cast an evil eye, when it comes to be known the many kisses.
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| abstract | - Grains of sand trickle through the glass: but when together we fly, night is one long everlasting journey. Alight upon my shoulder, my neck, my cheek, let your sweet beak leave a hundred, nay a thousand kisses upon me. Let us confuse them, so that no enemy may cast an evil eye, when it comes to be known the many kisses.
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