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Only the spider\'s web weaves itself
At the dark\'s crossing
Between two times at dusk
I choose you.
Only the red wine flows into royal glass
On the threshold of the untemporal
Between heart and time
I choose you.
Only the ace of clubs is in all my card games
At the time of amazement
Between I and NOT-I
I choose myself in you.
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