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Desdansa Afraid that if she kissed me now, She would only taste tepid coffee. Lucky for the distance, she poses Against the cleverly laid brick. If she asks about beauty and truth, In this afternoon, there is the coffee, Though there is also the desire to say The pants and dress are unappealing: She covers herself in an elephant’s ear And walks in an elephant’s trunk. If she asks about love and truth In this afternoon, there is the coffee. This was my late brother’s waltz.

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