How are you fallen from Heaven
brighter than the other stars?
A doll, an idol, made of alabaster,
hollowed eyes filled with lazuli
walking on the land among aeroliths,
the moon’s horns in your hair
into the purpling evening you descend
to light the mansion of love.
brighter than the other stars?
A doll, an idol, made of alabaster,
hollowed eyes filled with lazuli
walking on the land among aeroliths,
the moon’s horns in your hair
into the purpling evening you descend
to light the mansion of love.
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