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The autumn has made me look,
my mouth agape, at the birds,
the idiot’s grin ‒ someone has stolen
the glory days and we’re crawling
through the mud we feel lost
in the middle of an intense
joy we must make efforts to shout
at each other, “Help!” The autumn
has brought me the solitude.
I hardly inhale the freshness
that the heaviness of the sky
leaves up to me.
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