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‘We are the wanderers without destination/ The clouds which the wind blows away/ The flowers shaking in death’s coolness/Which wait until one mows them down.’ Georg Trakl
‘We are the wanderers without destination/ The clouds which the wind blows away/ The flowers shaking in death’s coolness/Which wait until one mows them down.’ Georg Trakl
This is what I want to believe…Infinite Love.
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