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| A Golden Shelter |
On a table:
stories remain
out in the open
exposed to the rain
fearless to threatens
wittingly deaf
bearing brave
defying time
all of them by
a golden shelter
Levels & Tones
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| Levels & Tones |
Plenty of leves
plenty of tones
and
at the end
just
The Light
Nothing
but
my
own
light
Alias Berlin
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| Alias Berlin |
She said:
If you come
Berlin, call me Berlin
it´s my Alias
my real name
it´s spread
everywhere
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