To the leaden road
The time of suffering
The lord of pain
Marsh where trust leave
Day of Freedom
And
Holy day simultaneously
The clouds move slow
And bleak
Take me
Take me to Holderlin
In his castle pining
take me.
The trees are set to sleep a sleep of the jut in Hastings Gardens
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