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As an hour you have come, as an hour you must go.Where you depart to after? That, I do not know.For I am to you as you are to me,and like hours pass, ..
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The
poet becomes the words he made,
the
son becomes the father he hates.
The
loud became the quiet it fears,
emotionally
void become ones..
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