Like the omnipresent God
The omnipresent coverall
Of colours beiges and blues
In the sands of time appear
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Do you believe
You can earn
In my eyes fear
After all machinations
...
Rounded off in rush
Skipped quite often
For no specific reason
I am that insignificant
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I live in a camp
With thousands like me
In the middle of desert
Not far from 'The empty quarter'
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