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I thought I'd write a little peace of my mined
I hope
you won't be effendied by it wisdom has a hedge to it like a tooth
like rued words I find
...

Farewell, sweet little girl;
Your suffering has ended now,
And in this silent, empty room
The tortured screams of every century ring in my ears:
...

I do not weep for strangers -
That terrible pretence of politicians -
But I smell the burnt bodies
Of this, another hecatomb
...

Travelling distances long and unknown,
Darkness in front and behind,
All my life has been spent on the rails, on my own;
Darkness is all that I ever find.
...

If only, if only things hadn't been so,
If only, somehow, I could change the past,
If only I'd known then the things I now know,
If only the time hadn't gone by so fast,
...

6.

Prattle prattle, tittle tattle,
Words that rhythm and rhyme and rattle.
The world revolves around that which is spoken:
Promises made and promises broken.
...

More pedestrian than a shopping street,
These boards have been trod by a million feet;
This slippery platform slides away,
Under the hills and far away.
...

Capture the King
In the Rhine
Through the valley,
Broken swords gather
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I thought I'd write a little peace of my mined
I hope
you won't be effendied by it wisdom has a hedge to it like a tooth
like rued words I find
you can only really use it for affect people grope
but always under-understand they attend to shun the truth

badgers are profferred instead
as long as they bay the rules
they must kill the terrors gnome at a Watt the cost
even ignorance even a balanced and even dread
now the tools
are blaming the manwork who doesn't standunder what is lost

it worries you you flossed your faith?
I think
not you see
that question that hangs surrounds our necks like a wraith
of why or notwhy of lockhem to drink
is answered by its sown very mystery

in spite of all this whirled of strife
and spite and coaled effissiant machines
the man who tamed the wiled horse was the man who rode it
life
must be lived its plays its axe its seens
until won day one person may. decodit

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