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The blue eyes full of hues and sunshine the sad mouth full of longin'n'desiresthe puppets of the characters took out of fables they are making endless seas |
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The eye, nothing but a soulless shapewhen the world and the universe are lying openthe night and black the opposition for day and white good and evilthousands of colours like the sounds are flying up to the drew out hands |
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The dream, the spasm, the desire eternal target, motivation for a lifethe black of curtain ending the play the weight of dead man eye-lidslimits of existence and perfection where the truth, where the flowerswhere is the smell of thousands of flowers paradise |
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The landscape of paradise the landscape of life the landscape of sadness |
