so i lay thereplaying with splintersin the late afternoon
the angels of paradise,hidden in the mysteryof my days leaningon worn-out wings, sang to me
sticks lie broken,dead leaves gather dust,i am homesick herein the ashes
all i wanted wasglory, found onlystrange sadness instead
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