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Oh my dear friend, my dear friend Giorgio |
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How has this time Breton |
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Discouraged your liaison with the |
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Eye styled metaphysical incong, incongruous scenarios |
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Dauntly jaunt about |
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Through nostalgic despair |
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Within childlike renderings |
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Of a nightmarish recall |
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And all my images, fragments, I've shored upon my ruins |
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Pictor classicus sum, I am pure |
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Oh my dear friend, my dear friend Giorgio |
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How has this time Breton |
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Discouraged your liaison with the |
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Eye styled metaphysical incong, incongruous scenarios |
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Step solemn with the |
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Air of reluctant manes |
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As rod and hoop shadow children |
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Scatter through a Henna Arcade |
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Figures indentured to a windless landscape |
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Enduring silence and flame |
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Da da da |
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Some are paying no loyalty to the nonsensical |
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Scorned their nihilist pageantry |
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Dauntly jaunt about |
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Through nostalgic despair |
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Within childlike renderings |
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Of a nightmarish recall |
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And all my images, fragments |
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I've shored upon my [Incomprehensible] ruins |
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Pictor classicus sum, I am pure |
