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Suddenly the night has grown colder.
The God of Love, preparing to depart. Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder, They slip between the sentries of the heart. Upheld by the simplicities of pleasure, They gain the light, they formlessly entwine; And radiant beyond your widest measure They fall among the voices and the wine. It’s not a trick, your senses all deceiving, A fitful dream, the morning will exhaust – Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving, Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost. Even though she sleeps upon your satin; Even though she wakes you with a kiss, Do not say the moment was imagined, Do not stoop to strategies like this. As someone long prepared for this to happen, Go firmly to the window. Drink it in. Exquisite music, Alexandra laughing, Your first commitments tangible again. And you who had the honor of her evening, And by the honor had your own restored, Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving; Alexandra leaving with her lord. As someone long prepared for the occasion; In full command of every plan you wrecked – Do not choose a coward’s explanation that hides behind the cause and the effect. And you who were bewildered by a meaning; Whose code was broken, crucifix uncrossed – Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving, Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.
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