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The cripple wants to drink
the juice of life
For health inside
but mother denies
His arms try to grasp
his hands for care
To stay alive but father denies

The tree is too steep
To catch this tasty fruit
Must I really sleep
To get a worthy life in my dreams

Nobody pays attention
Is there a fellow
Where’s my own reflection
Am I a shadow

The goblin wants to share
his cup of blood
For ending these strokes
but brother denies
He tries to show his face
and shake off the hood
For his own good but sister denies

The tree is too steep
To catch this tasty fruit
Must I really sleep
To get a worthy life in my dreams

Nobody pays attention
Is there a fellow
Where’s my own reflection
Am I a shadow

Let’s go back to the blood
where we were born
To the source
where has grown the thorn
He is I – But who am I

The cradle of life
is predictable now
His own flesh moves over her slow
He is filth – And all am I

Nobody pays attention
Is there a fellow
Where’s my own reflection
Am I a shadow

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