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and my name is truthful
he'd even have his joke
be not false
quietly, with reverance, in awe
let me move slowly through the street
the body may confine
i saw god. do you doubt it?
a mile behind
from floor to ceiling
i fill this cup
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
i am the wind that wavers

 



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