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krug |
Death is like the sunset When to all else seems noon, Darkness comes upon the brow While meadow's grass is bright. Will you light the fire of heaven When my torch is black and cold? Will you paint the meadow green When my brush dries and stiffens? | ||
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window |
I will. | ||
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jhier |
A cry for help? | ||
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