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Dear, mistress of my days: like two little kittens we played under the strangeness of the austral winters' sun; dear, mistress of my days; tell me: what good thing can be in the humans?
...Little queenie...la nuit was one only edge; under the rockets sent to la lune silurique.
And we loved us on the roofs. We found us...
Mais...un jour de ton soleil, your eye turned to black, like black are the holes of the black sun. Femme of the rare shadow.
Black, white, black; language of the night...
Sweet mate, beautiful; feline like the diamond: when the yellow water of your other eye penetrates my blue stare, i know that one day, somehow, somewhere; we'll return.
Perfect like the perfect water we'll return; lions we'll return...
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