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The sound that rings inside your head
I tried to stop the flow of dread
One more inept eulogy
flushed down the drains of euphony
The trust you put in your insanity
led the way to utmost credulity
You were wrapped up in your lunacy
and I still believed you foolishly
You hiss, you howl, scream to extremes
and yet you cannot fathom the means
That once I put and end to this
I will not have your soul to kiss
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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...
