The glorious enchanted she-spider   
   Is weaving her web again   
   The lights of the street lamps are wider   
   And branches are drenched with rain   
      
   The light of the moon pours diffusely   
   Through fog upon the ground,   
   The headlights of cars shine profusely   
   And through them the web is wound -   
      
   Night cloudy and full of vapor:   
   Night foggy that pours forth soul   
   The den of enchanted she-spider   
   Holds heart and then makes it whole   
      
   Caressing, expressing, impressing -   
   Delirium it will instil   
   To all of the world's faults confessing   
   And from it forging Will   
      
   Which she will in her web hold   
   And make it bear great fruit:   
   Who knows it? Who ever told?   
   And if so, who could refute?   
      
   The glorious enchanted she-spider:   
   She who makes love from pain,   
   Beauty and truth beside her:   
   Fog, and beyond it, rain:   
      
   Tender still night, and silent   
   And in it dwells respite:   
   Indigo, yellow, violet -   
   Greet this, the holy night!   
      
   Greet she-spider, her the angel   
   Of beauty and delight,   
   Greet the intent and danger -   
   Greet and gain second sight!   
      
   Greet her, she's again here   
   Showing what's warm and sweet,   
   Greet her, and her revere:   
   And in her web let's meet -   
      
   There within her embraces!   
   In her web midst the trees!   
   There where she life entrances -   
   And puts the mind at ease -   
      
   While making it to blossom   
   And bear the fruit that's true.   
   She-spider! You are awesome!   
   And I thank you for you!   
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)