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01 In this rain every day — it's all one and In this rain every day — it's all one and the same. It falls so long that puddles dammed up in my eyes. Today I forgot… MMXXVI
02 In that sense it all looks simple: In that sense it all looks simple: touched the bottom, punched through a second — outside the window October stripped t… MMXXV
03 Caught myself on the thought, that I haven't eaten for three, Caught myself on the thought, that I haven't eaten for three, or maybe four weeks homemade, straight out of childhood,… MMXXV
04 Extremes Sat on the couch. Scream. Extremes Sat on the couch. Scream. Yesterday detox, Today into Shchi. Sit quiet, Don't tremble — These are Extremes. Go… MMXXV
05 Those very white snows night after night soundlessly Those very white snows night after night soundlessly burned under the moon and remembered the cold of winter's antibodi… MMXXII
06 They left in white And said goodbye to everyone in silence, They left in white And said goodbye to everyone in silence, Not looking around for meaning, As if they feared someone's… MMXXII
07 That autumn day after day showered the trees with flattery. That autumn day after day showered the trees with flattery. And painted the leaves with fire with a touch of noble reve… MMXX
08 Play parting with me. I see a secret meaning — to keep your smile Play parting with me. I see a secret meaning — to keep your smile until the next meeting, to run the events back, casti… MMXX
09 In the days, When fingers wove like vine, Where across the rooftops walked In the days, When fingers wove like vine, Where across the rooftops walked Eyes undiluted by alcohol The ground slid aw… MMXVII
10 Every day, beside myself, I aim a tornado At the house burned down by loving. Every day, beside myself, I aim a tornado At the house burned down by loving. All that's needed For life is love. I cou… MMXVII
11 The aftertaste of meetings, The residue of beautiful movements From the neck to the curve of the shoulders. The aftertaste of meetings, The residue of beautiful movements From the neck to the curve of the shoulders. Of careful… MMXVII

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