| Two spheres are calling me to the «grounds» where I use to plead
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| Madeleine, my animated sister, you’re dim like the candle in my dreams
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| You are the Succubus of twilight and eventide
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| (The gypsy that deludes me with copulation)
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| So, let me form the contours of your trance
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| And lament with the virga that cries from a cloud
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| Ginger trees exhibit eyeless shades of trust
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| Sapphire flickers of light divorce the leaves from an Oak
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| Kali Ma! |
| Kali Ma!
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| You incise me with claw and nail
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| You hold the rings of Siva
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| You hold the shapes of melted wax
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| Praise this disrespectful light for crashing down
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| Tasseomancy!
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| Time frames shall warp you through the frames of time
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| Tasseomancy!
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| Ta gaoth lugha lamhfhada ag eiteall anocht san aer!
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| Magdalens, Tu non lou dises pas de bon cor!
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| If the process of the incantations were done incorrectly
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| Then sketches of the moon whined with the melted ice (…oh, so slowly.)
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| Two spheres are calling me to the «grounds» where I use to plead
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| Madeleine, my animated sister, you are dim like the candle in my dreams
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| You are the Succubus of twilight and eventide
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| (The gypsy that deludes me with copulation)
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| So, let me form the contours of your trance
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| And lament with the virga that cries from a cloud |