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I, the undersigned,
Went the night rounds Among lilies, Among houses covered with Vine taste, Throughout gardens, Among clouds, Among people that hurry along the streets, And, for a longer time, among friends. I ascertained as follows: The lilies waltz continued late at night, close to dawn, Houses have hardly leavened their sleep in the night dough, Gardens barely finished murmuring Syllables smelling as leaves, And the clouds, yeah ... clouds... They withdrew westwards. I ascertained that, roughly speaking, people - In too much hurry - do not enjoy Having lunch with family A bit more often, As they used to, Or going for a walk in the park Accompanied by their own Self, To think of a question that might worry them. But everything seems all right with friends, In spite of the fact that, losing some of them, I had to learn To count down, From plus infinity towards the loneliness Of the named word “Nobody”, Since the day I have started counting them. In consequence of it, I concluded this official report.
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