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CARLA BRUNI
I went to heaven, 'Twas a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields At the full dew, Beautiful as pictures No man drew. People like the moth, Of melchin frames, Duties of gossamer, And eider names. Almost contented I could be 'Mong such unique Society.
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