I will wash my body in water and salt
Separate are they and should not be
"should not be"
This he says to me
Plumb and flush, how I've been cut
Is how I like to be
"I like to be"
This he says to me
And then, out of the red one's pocket, a note, "things worse than death are things living men will know"
The boy in mind, calmly
Against the wall, where
Patience is good and free
"good and free"
This he says to me
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