Rippled mountains stand
reflecting January's light.
We watch, mesmerized.
Agonized thoughts fly.
I wrestle with cruel doubts.
Victory is mine.
Memory rises.
Ancient scenes encroach on me.
I plunge in darkness.
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- How fearful the night
- It's so unfair
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- They all showed up one day,
- The darkness calls
- I stand in the line
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- Oh, poor you!
- The little German AntiChrist
- I can't
- I will never stand there
- I can never get them
- The cast of the play
- If you were really
- I was twelve
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