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Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let thy west wing sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes
w.b.
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Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
s.t.
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You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth
-r.mr.
has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.






