Good sky, bad sky,
Good poem, bad poem,
Let us tell them,
Bye bye.
How they dare
To put question
To the star.
Let me declare
My wife is dare-devil
As she can only
Sweep the sky
Throwing my poems
On the face of the star
Telling my words of desire.
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