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/              sohn! sie sind alle (ich) sehen!    die nacht!                                               vorher                           die kerze!                         mein licht!                                       mein gebet!           mein alle!              da pacem domine: is all that i could                                    ever have!               not this...                                 this...               as your mother called: pitiable refrains of a boy, that could not fathom man....                 so let the world...    turn...           and set a blind eye to "mind" the future...               i kneel,      serve a prayer...                   and await the churn... let your shadow move as my body once did...    and all..                          *das haben                               zu verwelken*... imagine!    bruder schütz's ****** in 2005, the founder of taizé!                         aren't we all?          at this point:   it doesn't really matter -    war, peace,         peace, war...                                  just do justice to the guillotine,   and still the gallows will be halved, by the sparrows singing; and then, i will hang.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
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/              sohn! sie sind alle (ich) sehen!    die nacht!                                               vorher                           die kerze!                         mein licht!                                       mein gebet!           mein alle!              da pacem domine: is all that i could                                    ever have!               not this...                                 this...               as your mother called: pitiable refrains of a boy, that could not fathom man....                 so let the world...    turn...           and set a blind eye to "mind" the future...               i kneel,      serve a prayer...                   and await the churn... let your shadow move as my body once did...    and all..                          *das haben                               zu verwelken*... imagine!    bruder schütz's ****** in 2005, the founder of taizé!                         aren't we all?          at this point:   it doesn't really matter -    war, peace,         peace, war...                                  just do justice to the guillotine,   and still the gallows will be halved, by the sparrows singing; and then, i will hang.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
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