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some tombs
dilapidated
tyranny of the possessed
speak
why a heart fails
shady paths of mine
I do not know
why I dont see you
whilst you confront me
where ever I happen
some say
I feel all the time
too tough with you
without you
Is that
corny corks of pines
barky lanes of acacia
thorny stipules
past my ways
its the time
its not the time
I negotiate
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