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The Tale Of The Crying Fire-FliesStrange acorns of goose-grey laurelbrushwoods, branches and insects laying down the border of the brothchannel beside the eyes an asphalted emerald hill studded of intermittent lights fire-flies and syrens sea-urchins and fire-flies fire-flies and wagons hedgehogs and fire-flies but whirls, the funeral umbrella of your gowns, my dear, my dearest my dear, my dearest you fire-flies who cry |