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Music, love, music
useless summer absence,
for absence monolithic weighing on the doors autumn
for absence wound gray winter light bulb,
for missing the spring game.
Music for the stupid topic that introduces the verse.
Music in the long tresses of the night,
in the wheat field in the afternoon,
dove in the morning. Music
procession of bees,
lilies on parade, on horseback
dead.
Music get your hands wicker
child digs into your cravings
and find the existence of your eyes. Music
tangling in your sheets silent
rise up in your root
copper and is released in your wake up alone.
Music, my love,
music involves isolated
del deseo erguido,
de la lágrima quieta.
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