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XII
INNUENDO
While Paris wears her midnight calms,
You lounge among your lamps and palms,
Natalie;
Your saint-like porcelain brows outvie
The meek star of each vestal eye,
Natalie!
You lounge among your lamps and palms,
Natalie;
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The meek star of each vestal eye,
Natalie!
Yet when you fill with cool gold wine
These flower-shaped beakers opaline,
Natalie,
The foamy and fragrant vintage makes
A delicate hiss like some coiled snake's,
Natalie!
These flower-shaped beakers opaline,
Natalie,
The foamy and fragrant vintage makes
A delicate hiss like some coiled snake's,
Natalie!
Paris.
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