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I stand near a broken fence
And the wind blows with leaves, wet – I am uglier, I am hollow, The cold begins to make the bottle sweat On the street leaned downway There’s an autumn like an old poetry – The wind pushes the women’s skirts in the way With one of them, a pair we’ll no more be The autumn posters and flowers tears, It’s sadder far away, in the abysses - Start daily, more than once, fires ; Oh, there must be sad far away in the abysses... Wondering snow flakes...
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