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A maiden, majesty of codfish,
Has climbed suddenly the curtain holder.
She sits, and eyes her wink.
Legs dangling under her.
And there is nothing in the world she’s needed.
No thing to brighten more.
Yet, seems, there is one—breeze blowing
From seas and lands abroad.
A maiden, majesty of codfish,
Has climbed suddenly the curtain holder.
She is the greatest actress,
Playing the roles, which no one
Had played so charming as she does before.
The dusk will hide us once,
Like side-scenes after a performance.
There is a cloud high in the sky,
Resembling two wild foxes.
She looks and dreams. She’s named Azis.
A maiden, majesty of codfish,
Has climbed suddenly the curtain holder.