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By calling a doctor, by nature city,
practicing alcoholic hunger,
I recognize to the pain in the seventh knee
your fish's voice in the jugular vein.

Twins by blood, the hangman in fact,
cry of your crows in the second week
takes the consciousness of the fox breed,
and fly, without touching the earth, leaves.

An old friend is, in fact, the same enemy,
the way to you is thorny and quite long,
but my pulse to the touch - your staccato,
and my tracks are on your glasses.

By calling a doctor, a lyceum, in fact,
your benefit lasts the eighth day.
The piano was uncovered, turn off the flashlight
and kill me for love in the final.