Lonely in the old castle
Spending the sad eve
Unpublished, he waters the ancient scion
Minted over the years by an ancient family

The love of three courtesans was in vain
To forbid the hematoid tears
Nor the red nectar of three demijohns
The heir has left, the horse, his mantle

In the forest of felled beeches
The unripe clouds of sick skies
Like the deluded, the absurd chimeras
Following love, the knight departed

Three thousand cities, three thousand villages
The white silhouette streaked with beeches
He forgot his land, he forgot his caste
An old woman remained, jumping with a pole

And the old woman jumps and a child jumps
In the sawed-off twilight of a pine
And the old woman stops, the child rests
He closes within the petals like the rose

Playing, he confides in the colorless old woman
His old story, his old love
The old woman tells the ancient tale
Of that knight who seeks the friend

In the forest of felled beeches
The unripe clouds of sick skies
Like the deluded, the absurd chimeras
Following love, the knight departed

Three thousand cities, three thousand villages
The white silhouette streaked with beeches
He forgot his land, he forgot his caste
An old woman remained, jumping with a pole

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