Life goes on, it gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she'd fly
the place where I can still remember dreaming. "Art is not a mirror to reflect reality, but a hammer with which to shape it" Bertolt Brecht "In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing About the dark times." Bertolt Brecht
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