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Naomi Draw His Eyes
Naomi draw his eyes away.
He thought, as he sat there,
Before you with his lyre,
In the light of your golden hair.
He saw his shadow to the fire
Fleet & fly on flame like lightning
Struck. Naomi draw his eyes
Away, lay his head to rest,
Upon your honey dewy breast.
He is your lover, beloved & king,
Yet self has strange dreams to revile,
So lead him on to his sepulchral isle.
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Naomi Draw His Eyes
Naomi draw his eyes away.
He thought, as he sat there,
Before you with his lyre,
In the light of your golden hair.
He saw his shadow to the fire
Fleet & fly on flame like lightning
Struck. Naomi draw his eyes
Away, lay his head to rest,
Upon your honey dewy breast.
He is your lover, beloved & king,
Yet self has strange dreams to revile,
So lead him on to his sepulchral isle.
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