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funky lights,
silently sneak in between those aspen trees,
are they too shine that may have caused any blindness?
is it a sign of an existence?
are their leaves dancing with such bad moves, no beats,
alongside with a melodical song chorused by the wind?
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he stubbornly sits in a center of a circle
of ten thoudsand aspen trees
while gulping down a whole bottle of whiskey
just wonder how his whiskey does taste
maybe like other strong wines?
a bit of sweetness
which immidiately comes to your nerves
when it first touches your tongue
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but how will you fight against a basic rule of life
to avoid an intoxication of
its bitterness
that comes afterwards
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