Green eyed czar,

Oh, how the ocean of my wreckage calms at the sight of your callow eyes!

No waves of my own storm have ever held tender grains of dirt to welcome you, my king.

How beautiful the song his eyes sing on mornings he shares with me,

Lands no mortal toes have ever kissed,

silk of emeralds,

exfoliate the dancing skin that makes his body.

Only the jaded vagrant – my heart –
adore the setting sun of his spirit,

For bliss is eager to cast its shadow upon this rusted city!

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