Shape of you have seen through
A perfect shape
That bronze, brought you to be
Long-winded you had
'I melt'
Pacification own you naturally
A glance beneath above
That shiny molding hand, it was
Seer to me, you are
'I am flour'
Sou in disguise in you
Brought a marvelous job
Unexplainable love, you had, and have
Overjoyed the sleeping
'Hijo I was'
A model there will be
Technique that never surrender
...cire perdue
Loop becomes a strain
'Yes, you had'
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