I am being removed
With you, see, where
I stood, our mixture
Stature reached
Beyond the sky.
Sharpening our words
We both produced
Ourselves before all
On the road, no one
Give importance, though.
We drag each other, true,
I am your captive
So also you are mine
And we are not without.
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