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Fevered lovers and austere thinkers
Friends of science and sensuality
Dreaming, they take on noble postures
Their fertile loins are full of magic sparks
Love equally, in their ripe season
Cats powerful and gentle, pride of the house
Like them they feel the cold, like them are sedentary.
They seek the silence and the horror of the shadows
Erebus had taken them for its funeral coursers
Could they to servitude incline their pride.
Great sphinxes stretched out in the depths of emptiness
Seeming to fall asleep into an endless dream.
And nuggets of gold like fine sand
Vaguely bestar their mystic pupils.