Midnight & no sleep visits
But dreams seem trueOctober, I blow dust off books
It burns behind my forehead
Window against the breeze guards It's colder than for a long time
Voice out, I swear I'll let the rifle hang
Men on the beach
From the sea, from the fjordPeople around the house
Draw deep into the earth
Pale, quiet
Feels ill
On the wind the coat flies

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