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it snows to heavy flakes in my frozen
mind I am the queen of ice all black dressed in black
two white rivers lie in zigzag in the immense desert of my imagination
one carries my emotions the other the reasoning in their covered bed
From the hardened
immobility in the north of the north , my sleeping
thought silently merges with my heart breaking
on the vague horizon , pale gleams rise up that launch into the sky to die
there, it is the cosmic hope gushing out of the land of my spirit from my spirit from my spirit.
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