In the balcony of my tactless tavern
Amidst shattered laughter and sheltered woes
Spewing shadowy secrets hangs a deep red lantern
Swaying to the music of seasonal wind-flows
On empty evenings with no one to hold
I watch the play of her shivering shadows
My sky paints her dreams in molten gold
And her poet composes his bonny prose
I tread those assymetric pleasure peaks myself
The red lantern's warm wetness and musical sways
All speak to me of my life, shivering by itself
In the maculate magic of a maddening daze
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