and, Lord, with the torments of the soul, just take me now and see. Can not stand the torment, can not stand the quiet.
I do not want, I will not stop, I drop everything and walk to see an end. Fatigue choking me, choking me boredom, I stumbled, not daring to raise my eyes, I do not mind the stones, the rustle of the thick bitter, I just want to get and I'll get, even with the headwind. Go on the road pulling everything in my way, will move forward barefoot enredaré me in the bushes, dust choke my throat, there will be no stars or moon to distract me, everything will be way, a long road that never ends.
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