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What a horror it is.<\/p>\n
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In the frozen moments that remain mesmerized.<\/p>\n
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“Humanity in another human.”<\/p>\n
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It’s as if our eyes remind us of each other.<\/p>\n
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I saw God in my dream and died.<\/p>\n
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The moment when my heart was alone under the high sky.<\/p>\n
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If he\/she took my hand.<\/p>\n
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Everything was finished.<\/p>\n
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But as if a person has fallen again from their high heavenly position.<\/p>\n
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I fell asleep.<\/p>\n
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Like a child who seems to know.<\/p>\n
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There is no return when leaving.<\/p>\n
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I only shouted; no… don’t go.<\/p>\n
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Tonight, whatever rain falls, it is for me.<\/p>\n
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Life dies.<\/p>\n
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There, where the sufferings are stronger than bones.<\/p>\n
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You are not here to see.<\/p>\n
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How much I have suffered, mother.<\/p>\n
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My life.<\/p>\n
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Dirty and thin.<\/p>\n
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From dream to dream.<\/p>\n
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Oh, my hungry and meaningless days.<\/p>\n
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My poor heart!<\/p>\n
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You must be happier than staying in my heart.<\/p>\n
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But in the indifferent eyes of fate.<\/p>\n
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How sad it is.<\/p>\n
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Meeting of the Thieves and Bandits.<\/p>\n
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Tonight, whatever rain falls, it is for me.<\/p>\n
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They threw life off their shoulders into the valley.<\/p>\n
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In the furnace lies the path of suffering and hope.<\/p>\n
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And the old man runs towards home.<\/p>\n
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Until he feels ashamed.<\/p>\n
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“How short is the path of faith!”<\/p>\n
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Here, nothing can survive except for bullet teeth.<\/p>\n
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Split the chest open to the depths of pain.<\/p>\n
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The bullet hole has been found!<\/p>\n
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I told him\/her I won’t die.<\/p>\n
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That crumbling down a small stone does not diminish the awe of the mountain.<\/p>\n
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But why does the mother cry from the seas?<\/p>\n
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Tonight, whatever rain falls, it is for me.<\/p>\n
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Flying is the truth of making a bird to the sky.<\/p>\n
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“And the suffering of truth is human.”<\/p>\n
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So why?<\/p>\n
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Should we account for enduring suffering?<\/p>\n
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Hold on to death!<\/p>\n
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See what you have done with us.<\/p>\n
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How have you abandoned us.<\/p>\n
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I wish I knew.<\/p>\n
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Which hand will gently pull your body out from under the rubble.<\/p>\n
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In the broken ice of fate, in which…<\/p>\n
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Does a human become a human by standing still?<\/p>\n
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Tonight, whatever rain falls, it is for me.<\/p>\n
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Only birds sit on thorny wires.<\/p>\n
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The clocks stare at the prison.<\/p>\n
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That they have experienced the cage themselves.<\/p>\n
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Beyond the night.<\/p>\n
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The thorny wires scratch the clouds.<\/p>\n
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They were definitely birds, if the wind didn’t carry them away.<\/p>\n
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They were definitely birds.<\/p>\n
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Abraham was certainly alive.<\/p>\n
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Tonight, whatever rain falls, it is for me.<\/p>\n
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And man is faced with the endless helplessness of this long robe.<\/p>\n
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How lonely it is with its sorrows.<\/p>\n
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If not.<\/p>\n
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All these tears at the foot of this tree.<\/p>\n
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Surely a sprout is growing from it.<\/p>\n
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We have died on this platform many times.<\/p>\n
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And every time anew.<\/p>\n
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Our cry takes refuge from one mouth to another.<\/p>\n
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Oh mother, look.<\/p>\n
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Men are cold, but the living are even colder.<\/p>\n
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Tonight, whatever rain falls, is for me.<\/p>\n
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He is tired.<\/p>\n
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Let your light shine gently.<\/p>\n
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At dawn, unaccompanied funerals.<\/p>\n
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“That no man’s shadow returns home alone.”<\/p>\n
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Let it die.<\/p>\n
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Blood that cannot return to its own veins.<\/p>\n
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“That which is dying.”<\/p>\n
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It does not remain on the ground.<\/p>\n
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Not in the soil.<\/p>\n
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Tonight, whatever rain falls, it is for me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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