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Opel A distant beach, miles away from land An ebony totem standing upright on ebony sand A dream in the gray mist On the distant beach The pebble that stood alone A battered piece of wood, half burned Warm shallow waters caress shells And the valves shine A naked and sinuous carcass, rigid It glistens as flies burrow into the flesh, empty road Dried tears The wrinkled linen creaks, tall reeds They are a ring of summer grey, around the man Standing on the ground And I search I search To find you I live I offer To find you I live I live And I search Offer
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