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You
who knows life
and who is living
where the wind strikes hard
and where the cold
is like a whisper
from when
you still could wish
why dont you
reach out youre arms
grabs the wind
kisses it
like and old friend
there is news
from the old days
the gates you shut
has been opend by one
who wants to know
what you saw
one
who knows life
and knows what it whispers
when it laughs
with its balled head
and smell of death