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disease from lightless ether...
the flesh as plastic you misshape my heart - a cross And rivers bitter go over my face! And screams from deep they yell inside! And I am afraid that nature will hear them - and oceans will sink the ground and forests of love in grief unlost... My life I would give and at the same time I would not, because the grief is much bitter if a child turns into plastic.
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