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To Stephen Fry
From Irony, an alien planet, to our Earth
you have arrived in shape of lilac pollen
and come into full blossom veiling ponds.
All our human dreams, ideas, pains,
these shaky earthly shades have come to life
with that the only whiff of lilacs,
which filled the gardens and the minds.
Oh in this alien aroma we can see
all earthly platitude,
all silliness and fibs get withered.
Brought by a cosmic concordance,
the lilacs of your planet are a good
and extraordinary property for us:
the fragrance robs the life of smell of nonsense.
