Evil and green among the dream
You poke luminous gems about the sky
God! the passion will go
Strange and comely about the towers
You absorb happy fragments behind the flowers
Crazy! the life is dying with no joy
Something weird and scary about the "white light,"
We prod poisonous snares in the grave
Translucent, nameless,
Not understanding

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