The snow on your eyelids that curtsy with age
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Is freezing the stares on tyranny's wings.
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The bitter is hard and the warmth of your skin
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Is diseased with familiar caresses.
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Withdrawing from splendor and royal decay
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Among all the triumphs and jaded awards
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The angry and blazing circus of sun
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Blasphemes as the crown prince arises.
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You cannot beget all the sins that you owe
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To the people of paradise magic
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Pretend to answer passion and form
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With foreign rationalizations.
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Primroses are the jewels that lurk
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Among masks of pleasure that flicker with doubt
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Embraces of fame that's simultaneously fear
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To advance and demand to be recognized.
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The river shall flow through hollow green faces
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Of caricature's resentment etched out of the tongues.
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Both reluctant princess asleep before birth
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The classical sensitive failures.
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The worshipping wicked cling to the dark of your heart
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Lying there and wait with your angels
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Moan and ravish from dawn to dusk
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The avaricious young lovers.
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Winter Song
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| Nico |
