Let the four of them, as if in a theater,
Conserve their hands without making any gesture
Let the warm wine of their hearts
Flow up to their heads
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That from the pockets of each of the four
As if in a theater, doves fly
White doves, and the day rises
Let the four of them, as if in a theater,
Conserve their hands without making any gesture
Let the warm wine of their hearts
Flow up to their heads
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