where the sea is nowwe would meetout in the sandwhere that busy and sorrowfulanswer to questionswas most clearwe broke up leaving itso painful a thingto be sunk
who could be wholeall aloneand not fight with somepossible factionin the mystery ofhis possible mindor let his body sufferanother great lovewe shall all be sunkafter plundering for imperfectionswho having seen a seastays at home
observing a horsehow it minds nothingis naked and contentlike a mad godwhat will become of peoplefull of sad storieseverybody sickand never a physicianwhich sea would help us fearwhat we have donewhich cursemight trouble usso small and thinour ear bones are
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