I did a divine work, on the rockgrowing pride. from the distant lifesome living being flew in the morning,a kiss in the night Tenacious as crazyI continued my divine work on the rock,when your voice that melts like a sacred bellin the celestial note the human vibration,stretched out its golden lasso at the edge of your mouth;-Wonderful nest of vertigo, your mouth!Two rose beings clasping an abyss…-Labor, glorious labor, painful and light;cloth where my spirit went plotting itselfyou stay on the proud head of the rock,and I fall endlessly into the abyss!
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