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Dec 2018
a weak flame in the heart is worth
he is still alive he is still breathing
death is not soon death is not close
eyes will not be closed at all
for every sand every day
every day in my closed hands

a weak flame in the heart is worth
he stands he keeps on his feet
there will be no end
there will be eternal eternal light around lights
there will be no end
there will be forever happiness only we alone

22.12.18
Maxim Keyfman
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Maxim Keyfman  16/F/The Ruömmenpdolf
(16/F/The Ruömmenpdolf)   
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