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and my name is truthful
those black eyes i once so praised
is there anybody there
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
why are the things that have no death
i saw with open eyes
the air is like a butterfly
i have heard them in the night
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
therefore i may not
the little white prayers

 



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