The golden valley ...

The golden valley ...
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The golden valley
You go, him and dick.
The crane is melting in the sky
Removing scream.
Zamer, it seems, at the zenith
A sad voice, a long sound.
Infinitely draws threads
A triumphant spider.
Through transparent fibers
The sun, the light does not melt,
Celebrated beats in blind windows
Deserted housing.
For smart clothes
Autumn to the sun gave
Flying hopes
Inspirational heat.