As the wind blows across the sandy landscape
The tumbling thistle rolls past the sole cactus
Riffled by the dust devils that bespoke
Of that lone hooded figure.
Such is the affair of my heart.
Life, full of lies, cloaked in eternal deception Work, full of drudge, covered with infinite frustration End, thus life, end, thus work One without the other
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