Bewilderment is the lots of most men, wonderment, of course, is the adornment of perfect spirits. Like pearlescent lilies, the joys of paradise and bright epiphanies become manifest-forever blossoming in hearts of lovers.

Powerful the tourbillion that would sweep away the dust and cobwebs of many centuries accretion.

Only then shall a new-born cavatina spring forth in ever new tones and forms, and rise; as in distant times, Hesperus the crowned goddess of Night.

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