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ghizela rowe - d h lawrence - hyde park at night before the war; clerks كلمات أغنية

we have shut the doors behind us, and the velvet flowers of night
lean about us scattering their pollen grains of golden light

now at last we lift our faces, and our faces come aflower
to the night that takes us willing, liberates us to the hour

now at last the ink and dudgeon passes from our fervent eyes
and out of the chambered weariness wanders a spirit abroad on its enterprise

not too near and not too far
out of the stress of thе crowd
music screams as elephants scrеam
when they lift their trunks and scream aloud
for joy of the night when masters are
asleep and adream

so here i hide in the shalimar
with a wanton princess slender and proud
and we swoon with kisses, swoon till we seem
two streaming peac_cks gone in a cloud
of golden dust, with star after star
on our stream

- ghizela rowe

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