I

Gold color cuckoo Crespe
We see that the sea exhausts
For thrill dolphins nude shade
Panting and that seam?

Never knew how far teeth
The expert flame creeps?
Nails gold have they known
Peace arms around his neck?

And yet the thoughts
O detressees Lights
Sumptuous fragrances flights

The bite virgin victory
And under the nail ejaculatory
The awakening of the hearts of all dead!

II

Silk evening from breast
Throbs a little pale penalty
Complaint in tears in the palm is full
Mourning fingers to hard designs.

And soul lovesick sacrificed
A lot of slow lilies in tatters
After dangling arms and beautiful
Where death is less soft hands.

Fol feigned effort indeed!
Null null night nard does
The cream grow tired

And nothing will be lured error
If the third party hugged your terror
Sailing vain heightened valve.