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Your hair is soft. Gossamer would feel coarse against my cheeks. Your locks, splendidly fine, would throw fair Venus into fits of jealousy By daylight, when you are awake, I must attempt to paint your portrait in oil, but I know that once again my skills shall fail me. Do I render this flower in radiant colors to achieve such lovely bloom? Still, I should have failed to do you justice. Paint those parting lips? Ah! I must touch them and look into your eyes— eyes that enhance your features, like the stars that serve to beautify heaven. But you are asleep.
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~~~~ It is a poem’s absolute perfection that can lead to its imperfection. ~~~~
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