By Moonlight
Through flowers and fern she hurries to the tryst,
Love words in softest Tuscan, murmured low,
Pour through the coral of her lips unkissed —
Our pent up passions with the same soul glow!
While on the road, before all passers' eyes,
A rival in love, my master in all art,
Tito Costanza bleeds and prays and dies,
My keen stiletto in his hateful heart.
Love words in softest Tuscan, murmured low,
Pour through the coral of her lips unkissed —
Our pent up passions with the same soul glow!
While on the road, before all passers' eyes,
A rival in love, my master in all art,
Tito Costanza bleeds and prays and dies,
My keen stiletto in his hateful heart.
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