I know the rings of your soul.
I know the bombs of your beats.
I see soft waves rising in your eyes.
Like magic waking up
If you are immortal, you are the mother of the shining twigs.
You are young, you are a lover of love.
I know you, you are my first sin.
May the flowering flowers be refreshed and paid for the unpaidness.
Be the courage of the little arms of the fast-moving devils
Be a flower and do not know the end of the flower
You swell on the branches, you see it swinging, you forget.
Fall on every new chandelier
and the light itself.
Life revolves around life.
I know you, you want love.
Look at yourselves and see the world full of things and think.
And think where you are.
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