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46th Chorus
ОглавлениеI had a dream that Bill
G. here, was lying on his bed
talking to me in a room
in Mexico City on a
horrible afternoon, as
he mumbles information
about the crossroads of the world
I wander like a Giggling Ling
Chinese boy without rice
in a Fog Over Grass
Land vast and like life,
– in my thoughts – but
return to re-listen to what
he was saying, about loaning
money on interest, Christians,
Medicis, Churches, therefores,
