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Racing horses, but unwinnable race, a great sadness for losers.
As though it were a weave of the sea in June and its proud tidal waves.
A sea for our heart's desire and sins tainting souls.
River of tears of confused girls.
Piazza of San Marco and of Italy with the precious bridges of sighs.
Pink flower and the long River Nile.
Jerusalem and the sad moon.
Great redemption and light dew drops.

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