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Flёur - The Sprint
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To run away from the cruel symptoms of neurosis
From games without rules, from tiresome performances
From this most tedious prose,
Which I am sick of
Through the endless halls of rooms
Along the stuffy and dark corridors
Along the highway leading into the sky
Through the garden, covered in snow
Park, wasteland, there is no way back
Further - the runway
Push off and feel the flame
Sparks of stars under my feet...

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