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take the key to the string with two fingers,
go over it gently.
NOW ANOTHER TERM IS OPENING,
the trees unfold their leaves, the boats race regattas
time, like a fan, fills with itself and the air springs from it,
the breezes of the land, the shadow of a woman, the perfume of bread.
What more do you want, what more do you want?
Quickly tie it to your wrist
let it beat in freedom, imitate it yearning.
Fear rusts the anchors,
everything that could be achieved and was forgotten is corroding the veins of the clock,
gangrenous the cold blood of his rubies.
And deep down there is death if we don't run and get there earlier and understand that it no longer matters.
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