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And it is a penal colony with
breaches blonde as a book on a young girl's knees
Shortly closed and bursting with future trouble beneath the eddies of a sheer
ocean
A long silence followed these murders
Silver dries up on the rocks
Then with an appearance of beauty or reason contrary to all appearances as
well
And with two hands in one mere palm
One sees evening
Fall a necklace of pearls from the mountains
Over the mind of these spotted peoples reigns so plaintive a love
That seers start to giggle loudly on the iron bridges
The little statues shake hands across the town
It's the New Something wrought on the socle and bow of the arch
The air is cut like a diamond
For the combs of the immense Virgin prey to dizzy spells of alcoholic or floral
origin
The sweet cataract brews up perfumes on the work
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