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Lilacs—
They stand in the doorways
on the business streets with a sneer
on their faces
adorned with blossoms
Out of their sweet heads
dark kisses—rough faces
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The sea that encloses her young body
ula lu la lu
is the sea of many arms—
The blazing secrecy of noon is undone
and and and
the broken sand is the sound of love—
The flesh is firm that turns in the sea
O la la
the sea that is cold with dead mens' tears—
Deeply the wooing that penetrated
to the edge of the sea
returns in the plash of the waves—
