Volume III. Schrödinger's Cat

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Angels love to muse on my fate,

Staking their wing-feathers like gamblers.

I don't have hope of flying to the glittering stars,

Nor am I afraid of plummeting into the fiery pyre.

Before they read aloud the verdict,

Once again I pine for the fragrance of coconut trees.


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