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They see, conversation listening The eyes silent, voices ranting
on. Wait to come unto They've told me, To Sleep is To Die deep ties to soil I tie deep loss to... to idles I seep to I
See, stop to lie They'd met Love, now echo Me, I'll live as True
rhythms my earth hurts They tell me, Awaken to Rebirth to be
a raw thinker a heartbroken wit heart be a tin work I work a
heart bent They'll meet, at Hers thru my they harms true Death lent, halted net, and let the butterfly flutter by.
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