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.:: Curse of the High Heaven::. .:::.

curse the high heavens
star with his reflection
curse tiles
Rill Flashes
curse of low soil
The stone with its outline Damn
oven fire
For my soul is in mourning
curse statutes
time with their hot flashes
much will my pain.

curse the mountains of the Andes and coast
Mr curse the narrow
long strip of land and
also peace and war
The fickle French and curse
perfume him
Because my desire is dead
curse all
true and the false with the dubious
much will my pain.

spring curse
With its flower gardens and
autumn color I
really curse
In passing cloud
The curse so much and so
Because I attend a bankruptcy
curse the whole winter
liar With summer curse
profane and holy
much will my pain.

Damn the solitary figure

flag any emblem curse
Araucaria's venus and
The chirping of the Canary
the cosmos and its planets
Earth and all its cracks
For though I am suffering a curse
the broad sea
Its ports and coves
much will my pain.

curse moon and landscape
The valleys and deserts
dead as dead I curse
And the king live
page Al bird plumage
I curse contention
classrooms, sacrsitias
Because pain afflicts me
curse the word love
With all his crap
much will my pain.

the white curse finally
The black with yellow
Bishops and acolytes
Ministers and preachers
I curse crying
the free and the prisoner
Sweet and quarrelsome
I put my curse
In Greek and English
Because of a treacherous
much will my pain.