My heart is pounding, I am looking for a plug of embers, I ask the night for a moon that will drive away my loneliness, and here I come with two tears, which poets think are delirious, I feel them as two embers, in the distance, my lady, the thunder has taught me its cry, the one who heard it is still singing about it, and our blue roof has sung its bells, now it takes me. Your voice, so I find me in the archipelago with gull wings. I cross the face of the wind, my little wings touch your silver light, and I return with hymns from your Iliad.
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