Upon this table of heart
Hold hope with dazzling grin
A long to get
Eyes up, Kneels down
Words so many to count
How soon to settle
Like air outside Jerusalem
Purge now this sinking star
Alien by O.K
So loss in varieties
Ready to sup
The dropping fruit of spring
Now to part with eyes
And live in heart
A direful beauty is born!
Pause in ail
Perplex but not upset
Joy on… White Sea
They are ready to sup from you
Like a woman with a crying figure
Arrivederci
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