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Pearl Queen in blue supreme
I can hear the lyre of my death
Singing the last bacchic theme.
From the temple built in the hollow of your heart
To my soul that, monster-hungry for love and sin,
Sought pleasures that were not of Earth.
Now, when evil rises over the field
My bones shall be your shield.
I chew and spit laurel wreaths, as you rip off the white diadem,
Counting the ways to hold you eternally in true dream,
To feel the gall or the manna on your tongue
A lily of the valley that lasts long.
We'll be dissolving in effervescent seafoam of oceans green
To wander and discover a new sky, a new taste of wine
And lines eternal, winding roads, verdant streams!