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No memory of what's beyond the door
the spirit shaking in the fallen wall
No way out of the grinding ric-rac of the refrigerator noise
nothing left but a bluish light inside
for the ignorant man old
and the pensive indifferent man
not the young interested man in gold
light of day and the moon rising
over all the spring and autumn trees
Autumn Trees: Egon Schiele, 1911 (private collection)
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