As a satyr I shall chase
your beguiling nymph
through the cold lands
your beguiling nymph
through the cold lands
of the winter into
the groves of Arcady
in their eternal summer,
and there, beside
and there, beside
a singing spring,
shall find you waiting
and cover your bosom
with the flowers of my kisses.
and cover your bosom
with the flowers of my kisses.
15.01.2026
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