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It's so divine: to make up dreams over the all night: 
and in the morning to smile on yourself consequentially:
and to compare self with pieces of Moon:
with the night fishes Photoblepharon:
which also have under thier eyes luminous circles:
And also to express the satisfaction with a fountain:
like whales: which are shuttling here around:
they're liberated souls of galley-slaves surely:
forever chained to oars:
It's so absorbing - to look at Jonah's cabin:
and to try to explain to them: which means to be colossal:
as well as: during the debate with Mantas: 
finally admit: that: I'll never have any idea: what it means to spread out

You don't skimps with five-finger stars:
because: you suffers terrible back pain:
and you needs massage every evening desperately -
certainly comes from you: that: the swaying is so reassuring:
and the educational gravity deprivation of all - everyone you hug .. 

Herring: and his hundreds of thousands twins: will turn sideways: as the only piece of silver
- unanimously -
but still: one of them was The herring
- we want to be him desperately:
And your motionless transparent needle
continuis counting the angels: which are dancing on her tip:
as honorary chairman of the vast wise creatures association:
which consider to be of the utmost ambitious: to let themself be overlooked for whole life:








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