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The Scenery

The bridge’s sham cross has burnt away
It was made of paper, it was last night
The foliage fell like an empty sack
The snow hits the city from diverse spots
 
The Great Feast of the unshod purports
If we sow grain – we will reap all cane
The sugar in tea is paid with your head
You’ll get the salt of a foreign earth
 
The peppy barking is like a howl
The grass is burning in the background
My face is acting as a pay-book
The alert signal – let’s go to sleep
 
The dour sentry is looking forth
Lulling the thoughts of the angry wife
The thick wood’s pealing with its springlets,
The jolly demon is pitching lines
 
Look from the terrace – you’ll see the bridge,
Close your eyes - and you’ll see the cross
Tear off the wig - and you’ll smell the smoke
Remember, carton’s burning again…
 
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