| Tasting my glorious father bribes, blazing gold, I loathe the shiny
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| sand.
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| Sacking the tombs of your heroes and messiahs
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| Shanghaing, the dancing queen from the seraglio of your dreams
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| I reveal the sham eye, the sun of the liars, and offer you
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| A sculptured throne within the azure beams.
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| My flaming tiara, the sun of the night,
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| Dignifies the race of the strong, the race that has the sky for sea.
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| Devour with devotion what hinders my sigh
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| Ruthlessness worthy to all those whose breastbone is being creviced.
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| As a sailor I sail, longing for the key,
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| The key to the master gate, made of azalea’s thorns,
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| And from port to port, overcoming the bazaars across the sea,
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| I realized that, what the wings are for the sky, the horns are for the
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| earth.
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| I say the truth, the one I’ve found behind the moon
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| I harn it to you my sinuous courtesan…
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| Unseen flowers fill my lungs
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| With aroma from the place where I was once born,
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| Memories of my moral life, dance,
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| Fulfill my blossom tunic with numerous desires.
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| Dear presents should never be abandoned.
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| Thus, vigilant, I will stay here forever.
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| The panoramic view may not become a sensual mistress.
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| Ashes, bloody passions were my past, now I fly in ethereal spheres.
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| Azure aye… |