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the books fall out of my hands
the world leaves me alone
from now on, warmer days are coming
my vacation time is getting longer
the dead matter turns away from me
my features look pale
things slowly fall away from me
so I will be happy at the same time
and if on the heavenly border from here
God tells me
I have nothing to punish
I blame all my sins
and if possible
I'm sorry
because I did
what I thought
everything happened to me
I became a disciple of discipline
at the mercy of luck
to fail so worth more
than living in the shadows
falsely fearing
the bargain fool
spinning the words
the palms for interest
and if the dream comes
sleep well
the distance
fragile glass ball
softly the melody
can barely be heard
in me too
the sleep of the dead