Blue-blooded sun at the horizon
Circle of wind
In a crystal flute
Your mellow tone
Lustrous
Origin
Anno
Nazareth
In the stereo-mezzanine floor
Your eyes as shooting stars
Into the desert
Your Scythian tunic
Your peachy lips
In the cool of the pool
You are moonbathing
On a headed notepaper
The curve of your shoulder
Lyrics by Nicolas Grenier
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