Lavoura Arcaica
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:53:19
I'm tired of soothing thoughts...
:53:25
afflicting eyes,
gentle contortions.

:53:30
I want everything to burn:
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My feet...
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the thorns in my arms...
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the leaves covering my
wooden body...

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my forehead...
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my lips...
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provided my useless
tongue is spared.

:53:56
I don't care
if only laments are left...

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the family's
sobbing and moaning.

:54:09
Pedro, my brother...
:54:21
father's sermons were
inconsistent.


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