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A strange lady of the night
Tripping back and forth at ease
With nature's gloomy scene
No troubles on the placid screen or mask.
"Afrika is the continent of love"
She says, idly watching rising moon
"Life is but a dream of love"
Lifting of her skirt that trails.
Lovely woman of l'amour?
Or questionable virtue or grace?
The eyes are lovely, strange, so dark
The night is but her shadow on the moon.
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