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What does the girl think that stacks and stacks,
What does the grim man think next to the old woman,
what do the chapel bells say
in his notes, how sad, they seem like complaints.
And that moon that dawns
lighting up sad towns,
what about stories, what about sorrows,
what tears he tells me.
In the background there is a half-weight saint,
a candle that dies in dirty oil.
Beyond, comes a dog that is pure bone
with barking of the hunger that God gave him.
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