
She wishes he would love her,
When his eyes smile at her.
But she is like a fallen fairy
Who can’t be with a mortal any.
His smiling eyes as always,
It’s just her infatuation.
Her wish she fancies secretly,
It’s just her imagination.

She wishes he would love her,
When his eyes smile at her.
But she is like a fallen fairy
Who can’t be with a mortal any.
His smiling eyes as always,
It’s just her infatuation.
Her wish she fancies secretly,
It’s just her imagination.

A heavenly maid covered
the vault of heaven
with the gray curtain of rain
all day long .

The mind is its own place,
And it is its own fortress,
making a celestial palace
of the great deep of Hades.
When the mind is at a loss,
in a labyrinth of woes,
it becomes an ancient captive
of a great beast primitive.
The lamp of the eye entrances
the path to the virtual realities,
the abstract creation of the mind,
making it a hologram of world.
Of all the fair maidens willing, unwilling
to be in love with god of the Sun infatuating,
Her love was alone, all alone, by herself,
So she kept all her passions to herself.
Pining away with her welkin eyes so lovely,
She followed his ray of light across the sky.
In her maiden fancy so true blue, so fulsome,
She flowered into a radiant golden blossom,
From dawn to dusk till he vanished soon
Beneath the ever visiting Moon.

With his aerial winged feet,
from the Mount of Olympus,
The North Wind arrives
with a terrible breath of Frost.

The Lucky Stars are met
across the Milky Way,
crowning you with
the Charms of Capricorn.
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