Quiet, my heart, these walls
have ears! Listen to the ocean
muttering a frenzied tune of passion.
A beautiful maiden welcomes her
death upon the rocks by the shore.
Be still, my true one, these
secrets are fatal. A handsome
suitor bids farewell to many a
weeping soul. The winds murmur
against the glass ceiling of a
room and the hour has come. The
sun no longer lingers long after
sunrise and the skies no longer
blush crimson. The sands of time
are sifted in the stiff breeze.
Close the window, my love, I want
To hear no more.
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