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let us inhabitants be
of the night'
satyrs
satyrs
satyrs
forget-me-not
forget-me-not
we are not flowers,
yet.
the waters said that.
ear that floats
into a glass of poison
green absinthe in another
glass
rare sounds at night
hear, hear, hear.
the lizard shrieked
once but great
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