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The chalice is full of sea fallen leaves upon her face |
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A map of green continents |
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Once part of the same tree |
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Away from where they belonged |
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Near sits a part of my twin moon captured from the mirror waters |
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The sacred drink withdraws oblivion |
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This is the only way to meet my full of craters sister because her grim presence stands always against the golden rays of my sun. |
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How many friends |
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I had, how many enemies. |
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Now only absence |
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Love, its purest form is |
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Narcissism |
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I remain and they remain through me but only |
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I exist. Youth preserved, embalmed from history |
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In courts of exotic domains sirens play with the strings of the rainbow in a harmonious elegance the story of a king. |
