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Racing with the wires
The train is flying to my mother
And I miss my family
I don't understand why?
The orange ball is disturbing
It can't burn anymore
And I set fire to the vestibule
I dance the samba
And everyone is happy

She reads Nabokov in the subway
I sit nearby, the strings are tied
The most important thing has been proven to Mom

At the bottom of a mad race
In the heart of the funnel
I hide myself in the corners
I'm going to Mom with you
After my stories
The sea turned upside down
But someone invented land
And it got better on its own