"Let twisted feet, and the hooves of the sun ride east and then gallop over love, and then gallop right back over me. Let us ride on these seas, til your pupils see no reason to dilate in the face of me. A hungry hand, I will not stand to feed, a root for to absorb the poison of your rhapsody.
A will, A way, and fair well little one, for time must not be wasted in gaze of such a lucid sun."
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