Vierzeiler von Claus Hebell
Where time is swirling and where mothers weep
I saw my face beyond all recognition
Time had erased all traces of the vision.
How Mother Earth had treated us so very much unkind
One day regrettably she could not help but swoon
What could we do but aptly leave the useless mess behind?
We’ve known it all the time: it is a kinky fake
The thunder rolls, the herdsmen are in rage
The innocent are lost and lose their hopeful age.
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