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• Artiste: Joe Yoga
• Titre: The Long Walk
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sixteen wrote our names in a book thirty tossed his bag and his smug look seven ditched his shoe six miles south of Caribou now it's night of the first day they're either gone or i can't see straight am I awake am I half dead when will i get to stop am i in over my head am i awake am i half dead come dawn five more were gone Forty sighed through the rain as we walked on fifty five lost his mind in the shadow of Presque Isle he lasted longer than we would have guessed but he got his ticket next am i awake, am i half dead how is it i'm still in? am i in over my head am i awake am i half dead two days in the crowds begin to grow they all roared as twelve fell in the road nobody knew who he was nobody yet had lost the prize never thinks of the cost long walk turns into long wait only twenty three made the interstate my feet tire under falling weight we keep straight, we age Augusta and Portland two great blurs with few mistakes eighty one hit the ground that familiar wet mailsack sound fifty dropped for the fourth time only five of us remained to cross the Massachusetts state line blind to touch, deaf to death am i now at the end? am i the only one left blind to touch, deaf to sound the hand on my shoulder was the only thing i couldn't walk down