"Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horizon Laying her spotted Face to die Stooping as low as the Otter's Window Touching the Roof and tinting the Barn Kissing her Bonnet to the Meadow And the Juggler of Day is gone"
I don't know. I don't know what to do with myself.
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Leaping like Leopards to the Sky
Then at the feet of the old Horizon
Laying her spotted Face to die
Stooping as low as the Otter's Window
Touching the Roof and tinting the Barn
Kissing her Bonnet to the Meadow
And the Juggler of Day is gone"
I don't know. I don't know what to do with myself.
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I'm at the library and today I can feel the spring,
This language feels so foreign to me nowadays, Eng-lish,
(restricting!! alas!)
I love the fact that I am free in spirit
that you are there,
l'art,
everything,
We shall keep it burlesque, Mädchen!
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