gackelchen @ 2006-11-25T17: 01:00
have I never longed to call my own
the moon
Also I have no desire for the stars
Never a complaint came from my lips. All
pain I keep to myself. All
misfortune I have borne with joy. Even
The roses have embraced me,
also hurt when I think of their spines.
When I raised my hands in prayer ...
then I prayed to God always for you ...
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