are one and One, and they both bear
their burdens, both small and big:
though different in their means of death
the smaller one, the poet's man
who takes the world within his palm
and wrings it, drinks its juices sweet
to let the poisons through his veins
the bigger One, the fighter's son
the swinging brooding plight of man
who burns with passions, stern and born
to never budge, to always drink
the two Navarros that i am
are one and One, and they both are
the drinkers of the poisoned Earth
but only one can never die
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