drunken piannard
drinking piano with a broken choral
choir pouring its tears on the keys,
lifting the summer to give way to leaves
Heating the sound, to burn a midnight fire
a fuzzling noise, opens a scale
to hear a middoor liar.
so crumbling notes knock the door with a broken face
To give back all the good bringings
handful of good givings,
shackle with shiny lace
laughter, laughter
a pleasure handicapped
as all the good man,
A night fruits, so
with mouthful fright for its own plant.
UZBİLİM 
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