I sell clouds of colours,
Ellipses, reddened
To temper the heat!
I sell purple cirrus,
And pink, dawns
And golden sunsets!
The yellow star
Of the heavenly peach
Caught in the green branches,
I sell the snow, the flame,
And the song of the crier.
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