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Poor souls centered in the selfish earth
How could silence for what suffers worth
Old worms shall never reach these excesses
Define terms to lease you to another friend.

Probably more have been wasted
But not within our time
The images all have been tasted
It settles for the night

Poor souls centered in the selfish earth
How could silence for what suffers worth
Old worms shall never reach these excesses
Define terms to lease you to another friend

Probably more have been wasted
But not within our time
The images all have been tasted
It settles for the night

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