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Tonight I can Blush

There are many roots inside ancient events
they fluttered it with wide roots?
I salute your delicious peach.
And envy your lyrical pride.

If I could light the goblet and the night
with its pure light
You, who is like a sea shell bird among the relinquishing of many father?
Vertical, silken bottle!

You are going to ask where are the cherry?
And the sun eager splattering its horses and continuing them full of?
Gathered and then drunk in the divisions!
And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry
Of moons and pencils
and the thick branches of his native land?

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