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You know
I am swinging with the wawing warmth.
The remoteness
seems like endless.
As a thief in the night, it absorbs our voice
the thick blackness.
You know, our dreamt dreams
have not been shaded by
our very limited minds.
The rude, merciless greyness
does not repress the desires.
Look at our strong shoulders,
the large tired sky can
weigh havily onto them.
It has become hardened our muscles
by the pride of the Man.
