Kiev 2
They tell me of dead, killed
I ask them: "Don't you read? "
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Birth crime
She went there and shouted:
"Oh you, you, you made me for your fun
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Painting on the wall
Comes again
With brush
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CANUS
'I insist; you must talk.'
I asked her; her head low, she crawled
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Full moon
She is long dirt and dust
She is dead, she is gone
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Mayas and Incas
Elderlies accept hi,
Both Rome and Esfahan
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