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Late spring rain, purple mist
Strawberries, big as a fist
is soft and it yields to pressure
The moon is far too to measure

crossing overhead
I that we both were dead

Hard times that you've us through
heart that beats in you
The things you say to me
Your virtuosity

Your pale lips, your face flushed red
I wish that we both dead

Eyes, green as watermelon
The artless way you speak your
New were born for us tonight
Old sky, pitch black, new moon, white

I heard the evil you said
And I wish we both were dead