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Venus, O Venus
Sun is a strange feeling full of fury
It fills your void with light and blindness
It is built up on hope, humidity and hills
This noon, I just wanted to tell you
It is your future, my past and a beam
I am home on your melting morning
I crawl and snarl like an earthenware
I may be a worm working on my larvae
I may be a drum beating on my own
I am home on your spellbound faces
Wishing you a heart full of sunflowers