The Dust
Where you go I follow you,
Rather I run before,
And here I am when you return,
Waiting by your door ...
I am the dust upon your face,
The wind that worries you,
I am your beggar and your hound,
Your leaf of grass, your shoe.
Rather I run before,
And here I am when you return,
Waiting by your door ...
I am the dust upon your face,
The wind that worries you,
I am your beggar and your hound,
Your leaf of grass, your shoe.
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