| I got out and for about five blocks |
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| Sadness of the lifeless sand |
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| Divine prince of eight thousand spears, / because I am a woman, a pliant grass blade |
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| Each time they roll in |
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| Huge swells move blue against the winds |
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| As if my thoughts were secretly listened to |
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| I look at my dirty hands |
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| Somehow, / I feel there are more people than I expect |
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| When, having carefully put on |
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| The Heat's so intense I dry my towel |
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