The scale of loneliness is under the street lamp, in the winter night's breath and exhalation, two clouds, one big circle and the other small circle. Loneliness is the loneliness of the poet, dissatisfaction is the dissatisfaction of the poet, so is greed, so is joy. A poor poet is a poor poet. I take my shadow, take my lamp I banish my happiness, banish my wife We go to the other land begging the poor for words, begging the sea I banish my children, banish another moment when my eternity ends I come to you to give you a- kiss
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