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long passion, serene
I took my soul,
Iris smoky, iris gentle,
incense jet,
Swim across the river tells all
Balloon sail,
Tells drown forever
In the evening the sky,
And when I will leave znoyu,
Blue evening heat
The Blue Blue
Carry me wave…
June 1909
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Tourniquet hot stones
My feverish glance.
Smoky flame irises,
Now fly away like.
ABOUT, hopelessness grief,
I know you by heart!
The black sky Italy
Black soul look.
June 1909
