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Child's Play
As a child i played with soldiers then later i lived for "romance" As an adult i played with power and later with small empires of finance Then one day my role in the game changed - and I became part of a small funeral play in which somber people wore mostly black and dark grey A few even gave speeches about how things inevitably pass away while not far from that hardly memorable memorial place in fields where freshly cute grass lay birds sang in a warm breeze as young children who knew absolutely nothing of me laughed and danced |
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