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Patience and its fruits
It was the middle of NOvember,
my tears were flooding the Earth.
My silence was my defender,
announcing my rebirth.
This heart recognised that arrow,
with poison sweet as cocain,
this mind became narrow,
this soul was angry at what was to remain.
As I learned to tame...
my tears were flooding the Earth.
My silence was my defender,
announcing my rebirth.
This heart recognised that arrow,
with poison sweet as cocain,
this mind became narrow,
this soul was angry at what was to remain.
As I learned to tame...
