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White marble with gold, this fusion unfolds
In the middle, I’ve seen: fairy-blue’s turns
Crimson red, filthy palms, tiny guts churn.
Once I’ve seen these crumpled wings, sweet spring dream!
Past the gate of my heart, she had to get in…

Blown desires in one’s lap, swiftly caught and held
My, these seeds are flying hats, how she jumps away.
Silly game she wants to play, pawns in golden rays,
She is the queen of my heart, singing thrills so blue;
Little owl singing by: late funeral’s bloom.

Source: Empress Elisabeth of Austria in Courtly Gala Dress with Diamond Stars by Franz Xaver Winterhalter, 1865


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