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Conjunction

The empty space, the lonely face
Turns away
A moon arises, the day ends
Turning away
Tried to help, got home safe
Turn around
Found the wine, lost a friend
Fall down
Tears won’t come, three score or more
Look up
Feed the cat, do the dishes
Look down
Fret a chord, augmented minor
Look all around
Gorka speaks for me, walk to pueriles
Stand your ground