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  • To you I shall have pronounced all words inferred
    For what I could not have pronounced all deferred
    The lands of expectancy are gone now
    And my land lands

    Was it yours, bellowing the sound of the cure
    Has it been the thud well of your departure
    The lands of forgiveness are gone now
    And my land lands

    What for and why should we wait until tomorrow
    To presence the candour of your eyes of sorrow
    The lands of querying are gone now
    And my land lands

    Underneath your waterfall of relief and white lying
    We plead ignorant and cry for maps for beguiling
    The lands of lands are gone now
    And my land lands

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    photo: 3am, an old address of mine, in Brazil.
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