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My sister, my dear / Consider how fair, / Together to live it would be! / Down yonder to fly / To love, till we die, / In the land which resembles thee. / Those suns that rise / 'Neath erratic skies, / -- No charm could be like unto theirs -- / So strange and divine, / Like those eyes of thine / Which glow in the midst of their tears.
There, all is order and loveliness, / Luxury, calm and voluptuousness.