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company and loneliness
Too much company Kill the company, What am I going to think? About those curious people? What am I going to think? Why sailors are celebrating. Too much solitude, Kill the solitude, What am I going to think? Of the inert stone, What am I going to think? Looking at the gibbous moon? Too much company, Kill the company, What am I going to think? Of those talkative children, Am I going to escape? Those pale snakes? Too much loneliness, Kill the loneliness, What am I going to think? Of these Tuaregs Masking their face With deep blue veil? Too much company, Kill the company, How my mother suffered From these pale nurses, How my mother suffered From the devil who sits? Too much solitude, Can enchant the eyes, What are we going to think? Brilliant poets, Tell me dear solitude, Do you really exist? Too much company, Kill the company, What do they have in mind? Some bananas, some mangoes, Fruit and grapes, So man feeds himself, Turn off this radio, Think of the black cormorant, Turn off that TV, Look at the sea, What is this fantasy? Too much company Kill the company.
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