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And lost again

flee the day in Pisa sky light clusters on other lands

and my fire will give you a kingdom
different from your name and my water

to sing naked black stones of your soul and our silence
sun burn ancient sea without a beach
the heart of death
and your name will fit all the stars in your soul
and harp melodies and purple irises
besases
after my sea foam livid
not earned and the costs were not enough besases
after my sea my sea
always wanted to be desert