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You Your place is void near my soulder Your shoulder near my head Heads of my hairs Cant bear my messy

hairs in wind That again and again whirl from me into your dream. There is no umbrella You ve closed your wings Without knowing: no oven warms with your only dreams stacks of firewood . I wish your shoulder You dont know what a frozen back I have.

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