Of
So
Many
Things
To
Think
Aspire
Sigh
Desire
The
Night
Violin
That
Plays
Dangerous
And
Sad
But
Mostly
Sad
And
Slow
Fire
That
Burns
Low
Fish
That
Sleep
In
Upper
Barrakka Gardens
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