Desire, hear the song, resides
by design, dear Hera, resides.
Keep the watchman's hundred eyes
open; swan, herdsman: see
the infinite disguises one god finds
and the world full of beautiful
women. Ageless, you cannot know
how briefly one body lives in another.
Desire resides until the song stops,
leaves us split, stunned.
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