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There are people who live lonely
Like the forgotten spike
The world around is an empty field
And they, in the loneliness mist
Like the forgotten spike
Lonely people
There are people who live lonely
Like the rocks on the wide sea
The world is a sea that spreads out
And they, mute, bowed and alone
Wind-swept rocks
Lonely people
Lonely people like broken dead leaves
Like desert, forgotten chapels
Lonely people like broken dead leaves
Like desert, forgotten chapels, like you, like me...
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