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It lurks around the empty corners
of the streets we used to know
It has the grace of dreary mourners
whose eyes are sewn for the Show
It falls apart with autumn leaves
and parts with a fresh cold heave
And sometimes when the breeze grows crisp
It thinks of all the time it missed
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Värvitud sinised linnud
PoetryVärvitud sinised linnud on kurvad. Nad ei nuta, vaid raputavad tiibasid ja pritsivad värvi. Kogumik luuletustest nii inglise kui ka eesti keeles. / The colored blue birds are sad. They will not cry, but shake their feathers and spray paint. This is...
