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Come, intact and flirtatious epiphany, comforting my love that today is empty to warm my desert thalamus, my bohemian thalamus that cools. Embrace me in your body, my beloved. Throw me in flatteries, if I wake up from the morning to the uncertain radiance, that surprises watching my agony. Paddle my lips with honeys, scented with myrtle and carnations, that in your mouth flows enthusiasm; and melting grief and pain in a free conjunction of loves we enjoy the pleasure in the spasm.

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Come, intact and flirtatious epiphany, comforting my love that is cold today to warm my deserted bed, my bohemian bed that is cooling. Shelter me in your body, my beloved. Wrap me in flattery, if I wake in the morning to the uncertain splendor, that surprises, veiling my agony. Cloak my lips with the honey, scented with myrtles and carnations, that enthusiasm drips from your mouth; and fusing sorrows and pains in a free conjunction of loves, let us enjoy the pleasure in the spasm..

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Lush Polynesia of polka dots on the polished sea of your hip. Tropic of tobacco and wood rocked by the waves of your seas. In the icy polar circles your whole surface will echo. Under the lights of your spring, about to melt, the glaciers. Salmons advance through your meridian veins breaking into their madness. Birds fly from your hills. Fertile ground, orchard of lily-of-the-valley: so varied wealth of beauty weighs upon your shoulders, that you bow down.

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Polynesian lubricity of polka dots in the polished sea of your hip. The waters of the lake are covered by the waves of the Atlantic Ocean. In the frozen polar circles, the entire surface of the Earth is reflected. The glaciers are melting, and the sun is shining on the edge of the glacier. The salmon advance through your veins meridians breaking in their madness. Birds fly from your hills. Fertile land, orchard of lilies: such varied wealth of beauty weighs on your shoulders, that you bow.