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  On the other side of a mirror there's an inverse world, 
where the insane go sane; where bones climb out of the 
earth and recede to the first slime of love.

  And in the evening the sun is just rising.

  Lovers cry because they are a day younger, and soon 
childhood robs them of their pleasure.

  In such a world there is much sadness which, of course, 
is joy.

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