Of thinly spaced winter trees
Freedom is proposed
By the wide and open foreground
Only then, in that instant
Or backalong, down the promenade
Transported to the Americas
To the boulevards and the prairies
O sausages! yes that is what she said
Already in a tither (strop)
But what help could I be
For already I had lost my mobile phone
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