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Aug 2015
You and I are suspended over the Rhine.
Soon we will be lost to the North Sea with a bottle of wine.
While contemplating your life’s chores,
You drank yourself to death behind closed doors.
A Prince, a Count, privileged guest, prisoner, slave, or pet.
All in the same like a preset cassette.
Valerious
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Valerious  London
(London)   
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   Joseph Schneider
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