Ania:
Are you shivering? Are you cold?
Are you bathed in silver or drowned in gold?
This dream’s a vitality
With filaments as fine as a spider’s web
Pour through your mouth
They pour through your mouth
O river of silver, O river of flowers
I lie down and shiver in your silver river
Out drips the last drop of this vital fluid
Our life has grown
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