Here's the 8th counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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XV./As all things are filled with my soul/you emerge from the things, filled with my soul./You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,/and you are like the word Melancholy.

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X./Stories to tell you on the shore of evening,/sad and gentle doll, so that you should not be sad./A swan, a tree, something far away and happy./The season of grapes, ripe and fruitful season.

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X./We have lost even this twilight./No one saw us this evening hand in hand/while the blue night dropped on the world.

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IX./In the moist night my garment of kisses trembles/charged to insanity with electric currents,/heroically divided into dreams/and intoxicating roses practicing on me.

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VII./Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets/to the sea that beats on your marine eyes./The birds of night peck at the first stars/that flash like my soul when I love you.

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III./In you the rivers sing and my soul flees in them/as you desire, and you send it where you will./Aim my road on your bow of hope/and in a frenzy I will free my flock of arrows.

Here's the 2nd counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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V./But my words become stained with your love./You occupy everything, you occupy everything./I am making them into an endless neckless/for your white hands, smooth as grapes.

Here's the 1st counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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XIV./My words rained over you, stroking you./A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body./I go so far as to think that you own the universe./I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses./I want/to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.