I have wandered.
I have asked myself to hold her secretly.
Upon nothing else I find as true, tanya has.
And for the further I proclaim my love;
I go backwards.
I move into the shape of my port-wine.
while I let in her love.
while I forget the devil charming -laughed.
As I travel this spirit of dreams. - . - . - .
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