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We will meet again 
Like thousand times before 
Beauty and her ugly beast . 
Mincing morning smile , 
Involved in our prolonged , repeated , possible conversation
Running away from the spears of direct feelings , 
Rambling in the emptiness of the day hours , till it get dizzy  
And pour its torturing , merciful departure on our heads . 
 
Destroyed .. I come back  
Like thousand times before  
To sink in my heavy darkness ; 
In mud ; like overwintering frogs , 
And see you in your incredible haze , 
Blasting , get higher gaily , out of the impossible limits of reason  
Till your eyes trammel in my eyes for a time 
Like thousand times before , 
And question passes in your mind , 
And your lips murmurs in baffler common-sensical 
A very very far answer . 
 
O my flower .. my beauty curse 
If you could only know what pain inside this mud ,
If you could only understand its heavy bearing and weakness 
If you saw your hands is fog , 
Your heart is fog , 
Your soul is fog . 
If you saw the night in your eyes a gate of a crushed city by thousand armies , 
And saw your little heart in the fallen streets distributed on the horses shoes and 
hawks beaks ; 
You would cry .. as I surely did . 
 
And fail .. like thousand times I failed 
To hang with a tiny , tiny smile .. 
In the meeting time . 
And leave .. like thousand times I left , 
Without your heart trembling and ask you to stay . 
And ramble .. Like thousand times I rambled , from the capture of the words , 
In our prolonged , repeated , possible conversation 
To dream of sleeping on my hands . 
 
O my beauty .. we will meet again 
Like thousand times .. we will meet again ; 
Beauty and her ugly beast . 
Mincing morning smile 
Involved in our prolonged , repeated , possible conversation .. 
Running away from the spears of direct feelings ; 
As a curse brought your heart down , 
From its incredible haze . 
As a curse brought my heart up , 
From its heavy mud . 
As a curse wondering every night by the evening 
Collecting the hearts from the horses shoes and hawks beaks , 
And give them .. some soul .
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