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Introduction
Lie on the tracks, splay in the snow.
In front of a house which has no name.
A satyr begged me to jump from the train.
Towers crowned with crimson eyes,
witness rebirth, creation.
A cherry never fails to form from the breeze.
Madmen prowl, how art thou dour?
Drinking the blood of sour youth.
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