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The eyes travel beyond lights

here and even ahead of the Stars. 

The bell shaped flowers Share 

their treasures silence and rain. 

you have been shedding your life. 

I stoop and pick up one of the fragments. 

«Can I sell it?» I ask. You say, «You’re 

the cognoscenti.»

This place is old, a park where 

your mother read her last few books.

I open the commerce of memories. The eyes travel beyond lights

here and even ahead of the Stars. 

The bell shaped flowers Share 

their treasures silence and rain. 

you have been shedding your life. 

I stoop and pick up one of the fragments. 

«Can I sell it?» I ask. You say, «You’re 

the cognoscenti.»

This place is old, a park where 

your mother read her last few books.

I open the commerce of memories. The eyes travel beyond lights

here and even ahead of the Stars. 

The bell shaped flowers Share 

their treasures silence and rain. 

you have been shedding your life. 

I stoop and pick up one of the fragments. 

«Can I sell it?» I ask. You say, «You’re 

the cognoscenti.»

This place is old, a park where 

your mother read her last few books.

I open the commerce of memories. The eyes travel beyond lights

here and even ahead of the Stars. 

The bell shaped flowers Share 

their treasures silence and rain. 

you have been shedding your life. 

I stoop and pick up one of the fragments. 

«Can I sell it?» I ask. You say, «You’re 

the cognoscenti.»

This place is old, a park where 

your mother read her last few books.

I open the commerce of memories. 

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