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he goes away
in search of a rose
in a drowning empty dawn
a paranoid dreamscape
he goes away
along all their empty faces
and all the blinded ears
no one helps him and no one carries him
running away....
and he carries a heart in his hand
a southfruit germ in the northern lands
drifting and drifting fornever to dwell
he goes away
a tousand people but alone
in a touch of misanthrophy
and a wish to escape
from this reality
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