Octavian Cocos Poems

If your soul is mean and vile
And your mind is deeply stained,
If you have a bogus smile,
Wear a mask and you are saved.
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My body's made of dust and muddy earth
And yet my soul descended from the sky,
Love's been my mistress from my very birth
And I'll protect it always, till I die.
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You were young and full of life
I was thriving in your eyes,
So I made you a surprise
Asking you to be my wife.
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In this part of the world the land is dry
The lack of rainfall makes you go insane,
The mountain tops rise high into the sky
And the gray clouds attack the ridge in vain.
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An Arab comes, looking like hell,
His voice is weak, he can't speak well,
- O, pasha, please, don't be severe,
From Bab-el-Manteb I've come here
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A walnut fallen on a narrow lane
Seemed very nice and tempting, so to speak,
That four black crows descended, I maintain,
To grab it with their long and pointed beak.
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On a ridge so nice,
Nest of Paradise,
Here come in the end,
Down the slope descend
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Santa Claus, who come anew,
There's a lot I'd say to you...
I'm not asking gifts today,
Now it's time to take away.
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With pretty face and eyes meek and profound,
She patiently spreads honey words around,
Heals all the broken hearts, bestows delight,
And turns the pitch-black darkness into light.
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Rise to th - Come, big moon, in your full glory,
Show your face so bright and fair
Tell me an enchanting story
About palaces up there.
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