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"In the rain that fell trickling"
I smell fennel. Wet wood on the terrace. Rubber boots and raincoat. You go outside and look at the sky. Dripping rain drops, gray and cold. Wanderlust embraces you. Something stirs in your memory. Come closer, I can't recognize you yet.
"The trickling rushing water
Intoxicated confusing the voices
The dreams that pale and faded
Floating in a floating fog"
"The trickling rushing water
Intoxicated confusing the voices
The dreams that pale and faded
Floating in a floating fog"
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