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| quote: | Venus: And there are troops of savage giraffes whose necks are on fire, like
the starry ejaculations of fireworks in the very pale sky of childhood
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Venus: Enter, enter here - men of all kinds and races, victims of reality!
You who have the thirst for dreams.
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Venus: You, on life's bitter road, drenched in hard sunlight who have the
thirst that once more the dark marvel of dreams... |
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