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Peonies cluster aroundon the front patio
His cheek transits over to him, a face half-white half-red
His sweet tenderness becomes his springtime soprano
Is it a man? Is it a beauty?
An impossible beauty dallie with the world beyond
A dalliance approaching with the perfume of powder soak up the aroma of flesh
He singslike a lark
Life is like a theatre and he puts up a brilliant show.
Peonies cluster aroundon the front patio
His cheek transits over to him, a face half-white half-red
His sweet tenderness becomes his springtime soprano
Is it a man? Is it a beauty?
An impossible beauty dallie with the world beyond
A dalliance approaching with the perfume of powder soak up the aroma of flesh
He singslike a lark
Life is like a theatre and he puts up a brilliant show.

















