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Sunt bătrân şi orb
au existat trei în lunca pârâului de
au aruncat o piatră, ai aruncat o piatră
întuneric cu ochi
fie nu fals
dis-de-dimineaţă a fost de-măr verde
I, atunci când a fost rupt în Londra
cum ca aceste stele sunt, de culoare albă, de nedescris se confruntă cu
Nu pot sa simt întotdeauna măreţia
i ţineţi-vă inima
oraş că nu este un oraş

 



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