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****** in a crinoline,
****** of Solitude,
spreading immensely
like a tulip-flower.

In your boat of light,
go -
through the high seas
of the city;
through turbulent singing,
through crystalline stars.
****** in a crinoline
through the roadway's river
you go,
down to the sea!
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