Richard Brautigan (Ричард Бротиган)

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I live in the Twentieth Century
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt hopeless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there's nothing
I can do to make you happy while
you sleep.

1. I've Never Had It Done So Gently before
2. Deer Tracks
3. -2
4. The Double-Bed Dream Gallows
5. December 30

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