When Satan croons,
lifting high his voice
in sweet melody,
bright notes sparkle
and blossoms open fair
along wide footpaths ~
The birds, dancing
on delicate wings,
fill all the world
with delightful song,
as wine-golden light
brims the sky-chalice
to cascade overflowing,
radiating enchantment
so sweetly, so sweetly
when Satan croons ~
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