Look, that cigarette, at your fingertips, Burns, Burns off some of the rest, tears, shattered my sigh, the thinker does not sigh, I have no expression, the air flies invisible ash, the wind rises, what is there crisscrossing, one floor, two floors, three floors, all with some wooden doors, closed, so inappropriate, contradictions, contradictions are on two feet, quiet down, not for what
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