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You hear other voices in my aching voice.
Tears of old mouths, blood of old supplications.
Love me, mate. Do not leave me. Follow me.
Follow me, comrade, in that wave of anguish.
But my words are dying with your love.
You occupy everything, you occupy everything.
I’m making an infinite necklace
For your white hands, soft as grapes.
I like you when you are silent because you are absent,
And you hear me from afar, and my voice does not touch you.
It looks like your eyes would have flown you
And it seems that a kiss will close your mouth.
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from things, full of my soul.
Butterfly of dream, you look like my soul,
and you look like the word melancholy.