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Wine color of day wine color of night wine with your feet of purple or topaz blood, wine, starry child of the earth, wine, smooth as a golden sword, soft as ruffled velvet, wine spiral-shelled and suspended, loving, of the sea, you've never been contained in one glass, in one song, in one man, choral, you are gregarious and, at least, mutual.
Sometimes you feed on mortal memories, on your wave we go from tomb to tomb, stonecutter of icy graves, and we weep transitory tears, but your beautiful spring suit is different, the heart climbs to the branches, the wind moves the day, nothing remains in your motionless soul.