Nebulae Come Sweet - Ophelia lyrics

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Nymphs

Were plucking

The pearls with thin porcelain fingers

When the time

Drowned in the delicacy

Of their sweetest play

And having followed the idyllic motions

Floundering in the paradoxical combination

Of changing shapes and instable visions

It left the frail figure

Dancing a tragic waltz

In a heavy breathing

Of a sobbing stream<br />

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Thanks to Igor