The old magician wore a dirt-colored cloak. He walked through the wall, like a ghost, over no man’s land, and into West Berlin’s freedom.
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The old magician wore a dirt-colored cloak. He walked through the wall, like a ghost, over no man’s land, and into West Berlin’s freedom.
Twisting, glowing like fireside embers, my clockwork Icarus falls. Captive in the Baron’s zeppelin, I can only watch and cry greasy tears.
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