The days pass from one into another
the famines pass from one into another
I’d desire my love to die and I’d desire
the snow to fall on the streets that I roam
mourning the one who believed that she
was loving me and whom I believed
to be crucified tonight gradually dying
away like smoke in the shadow trumpets
a bird. Beyond the wall was frolicking
an only delicate girl.
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