by Agnusel
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**Sheerlayne**
(my
imaginary Princess)
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Over the farthest beach
of my ancient hot isle ,
once I saw the magic dish
of a dim gleaming moon,
slowly mirroring dimly inside
those your mysterious dreaming eyes...
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But it happened they soon
sweetly plunged into the tide,
perhaps looking at a magic place
where an invisible blue river,
comin' down from the infinite space,
a drop a day... a drop a day...
has given me a gentle sign
- just like a falling aster -
early melting in the moonshine,
fading away... fading away...
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agnusel '99
last
updated: October 29, 1999
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