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have spoken the answer. A child searches far sometimes Into the red dust
 * On a dark rose leaf

And so you have gone far
 * For the answer is:
 * Silence.


 * In the republic

Of the winking stars
 * and spent cataclysms

Sure we are it is off there the answer is hidden and folded over, Sleeping in the sun, careless whether it is Sunday or any other day of the week,

Knowing silence will bring all one way or another.

Have we not seen Purple of the pansy
 * out of the mulch
 * and mold
 * crawl