Goldberg Variations, Aria.
|Paula is a ripe, blood-orange
A passionate lantern hung among the trees.
Under her enchanted gaze cold lovers soon
Let go their words, and each the other please,
Astonished at the gift that gave them ease.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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