Yellow, Blue, Brown, Red: A Collection of Essays, Poems, and Short Stories |
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If the sun explodes , Say , after a trillion light years , or less , Like stars long dead , it will . BROWN RED Still beam false brilliance across the galaxies For 84-85 Yellow Blue Brown.
If the sun explodes , Say , after a trillion light years , or less , Like stars long dead , it will . BROWN RED Still beam false brilliance across the galaxies For 84-85 Yellow Blue Brown.
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He woke up with the first faint light of the coming day . He could discern the hunched figures of his companions in the semidarkness . He decided to wait for a little more light before waking everybody up .
He woke up with the first faint light of the coming day . He could discern the hunched figures of his companions in the semidarkness . He decided to wait for a little more light before waking everybody up .
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He was a man of light armours , who would , in sudden fancy , go chasing a fair object of conquest . Primo wondered if Nena enjoyed Fidel's company . Fidel's interest in Nena grew . In the few weeks that followed , Primo often saw them ...
He was a man of light armours , who would , in sudden fancy , go chasing a fair object of conquest . Primo wondered if Nena enjoyed Fidel's company . Fidel's interest in Nena grew . In the few weeks that followed , Primo often saw them ...
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