the sweat ran down in streams rivering down
he seemed to pant he's breathless
whose names are in the dark lost in the dark depths
all shining glittering
commit no verses to the leaves
Maximus you are the only soul who
charmed the air with jargoning
these the winds of heaven scattered every one
as a bright flower as a crimson flower
take you out of the record of remembering time
he lost his head the idiot
the Alps laid open wide
left the earth and chanting sought the stars
indecent birds obscene birds
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