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| My Love with the blue beacon gown,
I kiss the fever of Your face
where lies the light that secretly joys.
I love and I sob, I am living
and your heart is this Morning Star
lasting victorious that blushes before
it ends the combat of the Constellations.
Apart from You, may my flesh become the sail
the shrinks from the wind.
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