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sculptor, never leave my sideand expose this empty smilecould the truth be falsifiedand hold it off a little whilenever look quite rightponderous and idlestill i'm gonna tryand show you my--archaic smiletwo thousand years below the seamoves like a blinking eyesixty days in front of me it is an ocean running drytemper all these hidden moves (?)behind uneasy stares (?)pass me to the centuriesthey will never know what's therewhat's therenever look quite rightponderous and idlestill i'm gonna tryand show you my--archaic smile From Letras Mania