The wind Undecided Rolls a cigarette of air The mute girl talks: It is art`s imperfection. This impenetrable speech. The motor car is truly launched: Four martyrs` heads Roll under the wheels. Ah! a thousand flames, a fire, The light, a shadow! The sun is following me. A feather gives to a hat A touch of lightness: The chimney smokes.SourceThe script ran 0.006 seconds.
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