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She puts on her dress that is only purple light,

but his eyes have been lost through the sun.

 

He floats beyond the amazon, well into night

the sights of the river and chronology won.

He is risen over mountains, voice of the range,

her valley riddled with gorillas with guns

fighting for the noise and light, and constant change

Andean flowers without the earth,

andean lovers and voices are strange

the planet and wartime of constant birth

a universe of colour and constant might

Jupiter in distance, circular worth.

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