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| when the last dormouse has been flung from the last high window a branch: and the claws of the bird will loosen when that woman reaches the fountain when her shadow darkens the water before she sits to read when i've twisted your bracelet another 5 times when the white blind in that window is unrolled when that yellow door opens when your painted mouth next says perpetual when the infant near the kiosk wakes when the tall man and the small man reach the gate or at the opening of the octopus eye? oh the branch is empty |
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