12 - The Candidate
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Those Ware the Golden Years.
The town is empty, empty as ame, empty as the harbour. An aburstthe poetaster, nobody. Maybe i came toll early. I waiting in thes of the scaffolds of the old cafes. The music ros to the old man's ear. He glanc on his necktie at the window, looking down on the young men passing by.
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