This evening I will be the paranoia
Of the frank language
I will speak all the words
That be enough
To tell you:
That I would like that my tongue
Serves to your body
As a slave,
Without getting tired.
This evening my soul will be
A white dove.
And I will set myself on your head
As if I were the same
That a spirit of a god
Of the ancient land of Judea.
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