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Apr 2016
Who am I 
Who is this life everybody talks about 
A stranger passing through 
Strange land
Cleansing rain
Winter cold bites the flash
A monk sitting naked on the snow
The first man and the last 
Ash and dust
Ash and dust 
Building a cottage with blooded hands
On the hill that nobody climbs 
The sky touches his head
The sun guides his heart
He looks into the world
And it is silent
Who is he
And who is this life you're taking about
A stranger passing through strange land
Jozef Vizdak
Written by
Jozef Vizdak  Prague
(Prague)   
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