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and my name is truthful
all down the years
before the solemn bronze saint
all those treasures that lie
melancholy, blue it was
he's gone
why are the things that have no death
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
with the sunset
beautiful
we who stood
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise

 



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