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![]() ![]() The LightsThe lights Of the city are drawing Silent shapes Of a sphinx and a lightning – Until your momentary Shaping Fades away. Be and stay! With a fire mane Of a future irony Take the spite And throw it back, Bury it in ashes From the stars And leave a dotted History. Be!
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