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かじりついた苺に
憂鬱の美しさが弾け散る
春の悲しみは
あの初夏のやさしい黄昏を呼ぶ
悲しみよ、悲しみよ
御行きなさい
つむじ風のなかを
寂寞の夜凪ぎを
土埃が舞うあの地を
君が渇くその喉仏を
行って
鸞鳥のように
機関銃を悲しみの雨で濡らしなさい
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