Somehow the dying widow bore to smile
Yet my own tears do not fall.
People dance for their lives, for a while,
And I sing an unheard call.
Ending the start.
It took my soul,
It took my heart.
Slowly, so slowly,
It all drips
Typical words
From your typical lips.

Slit across the
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                            a
                                n
                                   v
                                       a
                                           s,

rocked under an
e                        e
s                p
ca
                      
,


And changed for young saudade;


Still a frown                         each's tongue.
under