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Cant del Mignia
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Running. Always running.
Time always slipping away.
Allowing the pain to be numbed
As it invades my teeth.
Running. Always forgetting
Always forgetting the words
Allowing the Voice of the world to die
As it blinds my understanding.
Running. Always running.
Allowing all the loves that soak
The step leaving no trace of a word
As a barrier before me.
Always running. Legs, hands and feet
That is all I am. And heart and Autumn leaf
My Love, it has now turned one
And my dry eyes have killed the moon.
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