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By the dry road the fathers cough and spit,
This is their room
They are the ones who hung That bloody sun upon the southern wall And crushed the armored beetle to the floor
The father’s skin is seamed and dry, the map Of that wild r...

My darling,
I have much to
Where o precious one shall I begin
All that is in you is princelyO you who makes of my words through their