Sweet the volcano
Sleeps
From
Whole centuries.
Ah! long, long
It flamed
Flamed so often
Red lava stained
The red soils more
Red
More fertile
So let our life be
So our heart be
The blood stains red
And the more
Red
It stains
The more red
It be.
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