People in the noise and smoke of all the bars
people who in their hearts multiply the loaves,
people with bouquets of flowers, people drunk of love,
people who dig their grave and can't anymore...
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People in the noise and smoke of all the bars
people who in their hearts multiply the loaves,
people with bouquets of flowers, people drunk of love,
people who dig their grave and can't anymore...
In the dimly lit corner of the dilapidated brewery, the old brewmaster toiled away amidst the hissing steam and clinking metal. A solitary ...
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