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Behind You Swiftly The Figure Comes Softly, The Spot On Your Skin Is A Shocking Disease.

Water Is The Soul Of The Earth.

Sob, Heavy World Sob As You Spin, Mantled In Mist Remote From The Happy.

We All Have These Places Where Shy Humiliations Gambol On Sunny Afternoons.

About Suffering They Were Never Wrong, The Old Masters; How Well They Understood Its Human Position; How It Takes Place While Someone Else Is Eating Or Opening A Window Or Just Walking Dully Along.