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The bull he walk off, 

like the elephant

for his own words,

with his own death.

The quick understanding

the nods of heads, the

“

okay, my friend … 
the tongue extend.
The bull he walk off,

like the elephant, 

to have his own private conversation

with the death that would become his

a few quiet words of the accord

The quick understanding
the nods of heads, the

“

Allow me, my friend … 

say something nice ... or not

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