then ...
and the truth will come out in cataract
clouds will rise, and the rats
Boat flee once again.
Because the time has come, my beloved,
it back to the land of origin,
and the heavens sing me a party
which thrives on the floor.
Because the year has come, my beloved,
they trample the ground again,
and the ruins of walls and castles
singing will West's voice.
The language that the language calling me
books rain seeps into my hands.
And everyone and everything that emerges
is that again and again I LOVE YOU .
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