The only target
is beyond
A fresh taste
is all I long for.
When I look around
faces are fading,
there's no room
for them
to grow.
Keep walking
that's all I know
so many lovers -
they always go
Remains the silence
- I understand -
A dusty road
is all I have.
Movement to keep,
pure heart
to go
on
outcast land,
where I belong...

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