t soaks itself

    along the river

    and in Lolitas breasts

    the branches die of love.

    the branches die of love.

    Naked t sings

    above the bridges of March.

    Lolita bathes her body

    er and roses.

    the branches die of love.

    t of anise and silver

    sops.

    Silver of streams and mirrors

    Anise of your highs.

    the branches die of love.