Oh ! What magic when deviant rainbows collide !
Like every happy dreams wildest dare
Like a midsummer nights
wine -drenched dance in grey , grey winter .
Like a Phoenix in blazing glory
Or a float on cloud 9 ?
But who floats any more ? Unless you are in wicked love !
and what of that love that does not dream ? is not wild ,
is not drenched in wine on a midsummers night?
But I digress !
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