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I fade into calm ecstasy
I believe that we must be
enthusiastic ‒ in order
for a kind of thinking
to change the world
first, she must suspend
the life of the one who
defends her. Who shall
believe in the one whom
he doesn’t see? So fighting
you’ll be skeleton of cannon ‒
you’ll be blue flame returning
to the sky. Dream ye no more
about anything. The blood
is pressed out by sweet beatitude.
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