there's a shadow across the Sudoku
in the square where logic dies
and reason's skidaddled to Avanacloo
and the ballpoint pen's gone dry
there's a shadow across the Sudoku
darkness in the Piazza
a seductress sings of deja vu
as white as alabaster
the shadow across the Sudoku
now settles in a hollow
just another inconnu
waiting for the morrow
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