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Blot
Blot with your hand
The beauty hand
That face that I like not
That tale I will not
To hear
That dark, dark picture
Blot
Blot, my Muse, blot
And Venus here come
As from a sea-shell born
And
From the past dark
Nights
Extract
Bring forth new Dawns
With the hand of beauty!
Bu şiiri puanla
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