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Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweed filled your body with joy, and your luminous eyes and your mouth that has the smile of the water. A black yearning sun is braided into the strands of your black mane when you stretch your arms. You play with the sun as with a little brook and it leaves two dark pools in your eyes.

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