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All lovers listen and sleep, turn back
In your dream before it’s too late.
The water’s up and the hills are steep,
Christ is not alive but the she-blood is.
Slow down and swerve to miss her.
The ground is easy to dig
And the sun will rot you fast.
Your passion is blue and white
Like the eyes of a child in the last hours,

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