Then tonight I lay tongue to rest; less speech makes way, kissing heavens gates, dreaming of days, in which honey is obtained through unity of lips. Yet hearts press the issue, my Pebbles, petals of a rose, riches of wisdom, richer than gold, and beauty beyond measure of suns  rise or set, glows brighter than the moons reflective rays, makes envy a phase. So today I say Goodnight beloved.


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