ocr: Durendal - : à Red. A juice to slake my thirst. How eager you must be. I am hues beyond you. Hues beyond the jerking Of your Feeble orbs. I am the tooth Of the night. I am the shuddering Red between gour veins. I wish I could pity gou. Pity the coup Of your bands. I am beyond all shades. Beyond Red. How can we speakr Iam Widowmaher. Ican onlg sing Of snicker-spack. And you are afraid. Afraid OF me. Afraid Of the ant and the beetle. Afraid Of evergthing. Afraid Of Red. Your Fear tatoos my Dame on your lips. How ashamed you must be. Iwill not bumiliate you more. Ihold my victories too dear.
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