'A bough of fruit falls from the sun on your dark garment.
The great roots of night
grow suddenly from your soul,
and the things that hide in you come out again
so that a blue and palled people
your newly born, takes nourishment ☼ •.¸.•*¨*•. ☾¸.•*¨*•..☆ •..*♫¨*•☆•*¨*•*•.
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The great roots of night
grow suddenly from your soul,
and the things that hide in you come out again
so that a blue and palled people
your newly born, takes nourishment ☼ •.¸.•*¨*•. ☾¸.•*¨*•..☆ •..*♫¨*•☆•*¨*•*•.
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