Death of the Lovers
We will have beds full of smells light
Sofas deep as graves
And strange flowers on shelves,
Hatched for us in the most beautiful skies.
5Making use their heat to the environment last,
Our two hearts will be two large torches,
Which will reflect their double light
In both our minds, these twin mirrors.
One evening is pink and blue mystic
10We will share a single flash,
Like a long sob, charged with farewells;
And later an Angel, opening doors,
Will revive, faithful and joyful
The tarnished mirrors and the flames died
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