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So This Is What I Am Pondering His Eyes That Could Not Conceive That I Was A Creature To Run From I Who Have Always Believed Too Much In Words

I Offer You What I Have My Poverty

We Travel Far And Fast And As We Pass Through We Forget Where We Have Been

Now All My Teachers Are Dead Except Silence.

Certain Words Now In Our Knowledge We Will Not Use Again, And We Will Never Forget Them. We Need Them. Like The Back Of The Picture.