I'm on my way where the beggars are at home, where the song is meant to be light, and where no one thinks all is silent.
I'm free from the vicissitudes of life, on the waterfront of ecstasy with my cardboard to sleep and to eat a paper bag.
I'm going to a new dawn in the land from which it was drawn because I was dust and dust are returned.
I'm picking up the rags of Adam where the comparison with the body of man is not afraid anymore.
I go in search of a friend in the world seven seals, the seven angels and seven trumpets of the new heaven and new earth.
I'm going and I seem to have lost their way.
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