The standing orchid

It made a coward lust in the spring of autumn

alive, in a manner of green, to bliss the night.

She stays in the terrace gold and full of math

emats

And an orchid-like. Say it well I miss

the standing state of a-guarding nations

of bells, in angelmates felt.

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How could I say, why should I say

about the blanket you are in silence

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Like your bending head in Heaven

an orchid plant in leaves spreaden

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What fate but the grave rejoice on the fallen illusions.

What fate but the shine of something afathered.

Why must I tell you how unhappy I would be

si the night is so called... Si the rain is fallen...

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On eternally