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Farewell Angelina
Fifty-two gypsies now file past the gods. In common, the bells on the rooftops they dance. Valentino typed tingles while the make-up man's hands. Shut the eyes of the dead nut to embarrass anyone. But farewell Angelina. The sky is embarrassed. And I must leave.