You broke my piano!
I was arguing both my friends
five days after I met them.
You broke my piano! ,
I was arguing them under a mulberry tree
louder and louder
and they were more and more amused,
entered as they were through the window
by the luxury red car
and went out in such a
beautiful day.
But I have never had a piano
and that was in a dream,
but how I could find in such deserted times
a tuner of abysses?
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