Soft rhythms cover me;
[?] Oh, the long [?] styles tumbling down.
Musical thought without sound.
Strong magical lines over the land…
Strange mystical lines on her hands.
Twin Gemini, split in two;
Half is for me, half for you.
Gemini childe…

Gemini childe—woman grown,
Lost in a world not her own.
My midnight friend, split in two;
Half is for me, half for you.
Gemini childe
Gemini childe