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You and me, we are holding me in our embrace. What a
happy godsend! Finally, we are together, the three of us,
inseparable and forgotten by everybody. Our embrace is an island,
surrounded by moonlight from all sides. We
are taking this lantern in our hands and walk on quiet
ocean of the night in the opposite to the east direction.
*** How can you singthese wordsat the height of glory,don’t you seethat all our vowelsare…
*** Alarmous sorrow of fogs hides from hellish, stranger’s eyes the museum of our waxen…
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