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I search for a pin in stake of hay

I search for love in disregard,

And under foam search for champagne

And nightingale beyond green buds,

The naked body under clothes

And essence hidden by the glare

A little hope among despair

And rhymes arranged in even rows

I search for violet in the graveyard

Find for my building ground so charred,

Encounters, brighter, then goodbyes

I crave for liberty and spell

I search for a pin in stake of hay

I search for love in disregard.