so be thy awake blind owl
for cry that is laugh of the soul
her lotus wine emptiness tears
inside the cold forest fears
at night in glance unit whole
romance of history's goal
just shadow of a surreal girl
got lost but worthful to wait
not return by permanent mate
what godot is delirious girl
may save me as goddess whirl
the way for solid seductive trail
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