"Happiness reached, walk
for you on the edge of the blade.
six eyes gleam that wavers,
the foot, tense ice s' crack;
and therefore does not touch you who loves you more.
If you come upon the souls
of sadness invaded and cleared, your morning is sweet and
disturbers like the nests of cornices. But nothing
charged the baby's crying
that runs the ball between the houses. "
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