0	A voice in the desert
0	I wish to live with myself
0	Clutching a fistful of sand
0	Absence sleeps between the buildings at night
0	It is this woman with the desolate eyes for whom I would die
0	My hollow heart is full of darkness
0	A flower open in the heat of the sun

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Absence sleeps between the buildings at night