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(II) dustAnd the wind knocked on eyelashes ajar on that stone face honed by the sun caressing the knobbly wrinkles of an old drunkard stretched out in dark lobbies of forgotten dreams. Grinding words was the night sincere breathing a sand moon Guido Comin PoetaMatusèl |
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