| Heartbeat arrhythmic
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| Dusk, warm melting dusk
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| Large room immensely high
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| All around crowded porcelain
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| Charming figures of glass
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| Ballerinas shepherds popes
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| Alchemic dreadful spells
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| Wild formulas of the sorcerers
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| Magical triangles
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| Little green drowned man
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| Old brown big leather-bound books
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| Stuffed birds
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| The swords long double-edged
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| And the gorgets of gold
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| The bats, withered roses
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| Memories of childhood
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| Voiceless broken flutes
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| The devils, the saints, the clowns
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| Dismal regiments of toy soldiers
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| Awkward silhouettes of stone creatures
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| Humdrum litanies of drunk-eyes gods
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| Agamous devout knights in steel
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| Paper masks and white flowers
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| Dirty paintings blurred
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| Amongst all those
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| Slender shape of limp old man
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| Playing the clavicord
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| Old yellowed clavicord
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| Playing incessantly eternally
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| Persisting the immortal smile at white lips
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| Immersed in the soft reverie
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| Of this warm evening
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| And the odd crowd packed all around
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| Is listening still
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| Nobly
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| Subtly |