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Horst du den Krach der schlagenden Herzen? Siehst Du die Geier uber dem Brand? Das Dach steht in Flammen solange schon Siehst Du Hyanen Auf der Stra?
Ha¶rst du den Krach der schlagenden Herzen? Siehst Du die Geier a?ber dem Brand? Das Dach steht in Flammen solange schon Siehst Du Hya¤nen Auf der Straa
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: There was light and atomic fission swelling wind rising ash tide of black rain cement seared shawdow traces reminiscent of their last commands
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: Like a weasel in the clover you tilt toss pop turn over sit down! tremble and weave like a moth by flame deceived sit down! spill with your words
: In the cruel garrison of affection if worth of lore is true you know the face of a temptress pit viper a witch or enchantress pit viper with
: Frail hinges pivot on a case's door commemorative souvenirs from places containers change with occasion cellophane encased displaying paper
: Bent double like old beggars in sacks knockkneed and cursing or coughing like hags men marched on sleeping some without boots fatigue drunken deaf
: Honor salute and speak to the corner standing flag do you remember how the days of school were indivisible separate worlds compare contrast these
: There were women holding rosaries on the day manolete died teenage girls in soft white dresses standing silent peace respecting groups of boys
: She borders the pavement flanks avenues parades pass white glove attended by my mother the war she'll raise a shaft lift a banner toss a rose
the velocity accusations always pierce and pass clara abandons her passions for distastes miss lenora p. sinclair early for coffee in the pool "i
There were women holding rosaries on the day manolete died teenage girls in soft white dresses standing silent peace respecting groups of boys held
Like a weasel in the clover you tilt toss pop turn over sit down! tremble and weave like a moth by flame deceived sit down! spill with your words
