The blood of spring
The smell of love
The hope of youth
Is forever
I grasp at constants
And breathe the black
Clothing in copper
This air is breath
This air is black
This air is copper
This copper is black
This copper is breath
This breath is black
This breath is youth
This love is breath
This blood is copper
The blood of spring
The blood of love
The blood of youth
The blood of hope
The breath of spring
The death of breath
The love of blood
The spring is forever…
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