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| Jonathan | |
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| Cornelia | |
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| Cassius | |
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| When I came to take her from the clouds | |
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| [I am the Holy Virgin] | |
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| Christina | |
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| [When the angels are exhausted] | |
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| Lotte | |
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| [And that's not what] | |
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| Sebastian | |
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| Antonia | |
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| Absalom | |
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| Cecelia | |
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| from Several matters | |
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| [Man's way is not like fowl] | |
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| Not an animal at all | |
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| Dormition turquoise eye your surroundings | |
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| Oh sea, sky | |
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| [A thick blue remains in the poplar leaves] | |
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| Cruel heart | |
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| From the island poems | |
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| Oyoy | |
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| As white | |
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| Before sleep | |
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| Song before-I-sleep | |
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| Black hand | |
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| We didn't want | |
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| A good man loves Pythia | |
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| [And every breath was oy] | |
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| My father and my mother went out to hunt | |
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| Gogol's doll | |
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| from Precisely | |
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| [Spirit of my love] | |
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| [I couldn't do anything with it] | |
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| Bambi all of life | |
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| [My consciousness melting away] | |
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| Two gardens | |
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| Dead in the land | |
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| The house is empty | |
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| Lola | |
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| [How to open a rug] | |
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| To kidnap in the land | |
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| [And the boat sliced the flower bed] | |
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| Are these moods memory | |
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| Where are the sounds my heart loved | |
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| [Man accumulates memories] | |
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| The voice of gold and the voice of flesh | |
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| The monster doe | |
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| Two gardens | |
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| [And we were like madmen] | |
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| [Sub-conscious opens like a fan] | |
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| There there are | |
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| Let them come | |
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| Suddenly I become | |
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| [The house stands and around it trees] | |
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| Never will I hear the sweet voice of God | |
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| [We were ready for it] | |
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| I emptied | |
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| [A grizzly she-bear reared me] | |
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| The heart is soft | |
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| The face was an abstraction | |
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| Vampire couple | |
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| Coming near | |
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| Infinity split | |
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| All the --- | |
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| Poem | |
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| Fears | |
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| Eros | |
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| [My body was wiser than I] | |
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| [This is the rain] | |
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| Doctor of morality | |
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| [If you want a bad place] | |
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| Tefillin | |
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| Strawberries | |
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| When you come | |
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| When you come to sleep with me like a judge | |
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| When you come to sleep with me like God | |
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| When you come to sleep with me/come like my father | |
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| [Make me a double] | |
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| Identity problems | |
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| Let the words | |
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| The gaze protected by the imagination | |
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| All the trees | |
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| Bourgeois | |
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| A different bourgeois | |
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| Another bourgeois | |
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| Hebrew | |
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| A man not man/a woman not woman | |
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| I'll be your Id | |
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| Masturbation | |
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| Again the soul | |
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| Poem of terror | |
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| To live at the speed of the biography | |
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| To see long like El Greco | |
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| House said the house | |
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| Come to me like a capitalist | |
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| Bird | |
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| Tuvia | |
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| Inspiration | |
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| Were you abroad | |
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| The life you have | |
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| Woman crocodile | |
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| I have a stage in my head | |
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| The woman becomes a tree | |
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| If you go tripping on LSD | |
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| My sins | |
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| Unfinished love song | |
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| All the excitations rebelled in me like slaves | |
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| The islands of life | |
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| [I went to the one who offered me more life] | |
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| Outside the body | |
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| In a strange nest | |
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| The man with the spirit | |
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| Good eye | |
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| Now Lealeh is scared | |
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| Colors going out | |
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| In my sanity | |
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| I no longer really love being afraid | |
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| All | |
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| Not for me | |
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| [I don't feel] | |
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| And I being myself | |
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| [The oyster of the feeling wrapped] | |
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| [Place a large dam] | |