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The more people die in these isolated days, the more we begin to think of a diabolical threat.
Wild trees are falling down all the time. Fragile bubbles are blown off.
Especially the old ones, but also the young ones, they turn to ashes, or if you prefer.
we leave them to the two angels with a hedge around them.
I myself feel a fear in this elusive certainty,
It forces us to think: where do I stand as a man: naked before the catastrophe?
We sing and shout to hope in days of sorrow and heartbreak
Wandering and wandering is my way: but I take your hand and put it gently in mine
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Ik ben , en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam Julius V.E. Dreyfsandt zu Schlamm.
