But whether she governs them or turns away,
there is no longer any love that blazes
like a treasure without walls. She may
shine the rays of her eyes upon the ways
that guide us; she may create before you
obscure thoughts of love and words that move
the halls and doors of time and space. You
may wonder and wander about her designs,
about the rays her lovely eyes have seen.
But she's the Sun among this heavenly time
that descends and clothes the world spent
unknown, and she adorns with banishment.
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