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"Alone" ..................................................................................................................................
Where are you going, Sir? In the garden, my Dream. To do what, Sir? To be shot, my Dream. cause they have bullets, Sir? cause they have time, my Dream. "Hope" ..................................................................................................................................
in the world of hope the rocks would split in the mountain and the grass would creep, all green, through the crevass like the venom from some absent or decomposed bowels "Snow" ..................................................................................................................................
Such purity, discourages me "You Are Weary, Wanderer" ..................................................................................................................................
You are weary, wanderer, We, filing in a single line, hooded, (a fistful of nothingness) They the ignorant retainers Digested through the stomach of time. They the decent rabble. Give Caesar his dues As for the rest, to hell. |
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