"Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow s…
“Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?… ”
My ribs are killing me. I don’t know what I did, but I can’t take a full breath.
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