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So the journey ended halfway again
he thought too much of himself
the storms are drawing nearer
thoughts won't clear up
with slumping shoulders in the middle of the yard
with no energy even for kicking on pebbles
he glances back where he came from
only his own footprints follow
why the good wife stayed in the south
why there's no laughter of the children
there are lands and forests as far as the eye can see
if only someone would make use
if the bloodline won't continue, at least the guts remain
we have always done what we have intended
even if the roofs too far down
and the rope far too thick
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