Here, in the Eternity, once did we stand and walked, touching fire and rain. Today, the camel-like-solitude falls; again do we walk and stand and go!
Feel this table- - the Portrait of the last Century; they do stare at this, vacant- -do kiss, considering it to be the newest of all. At every night, do they appear, hang themselves between Moroseness and Water. O my Homelessness, thou exalt me from the Hell! We survive...
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