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Soldiers line up spaced with pride. Two long rows lined side by side. One sole unit can decide, if the rows will unite or divide.
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land
Salty water everywhere but not sea in sight.
Where do you go in through one hole and come out through two holes at the same time?
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
According to the music industry, you can count on a midnight train and the devil to turn up here.