Abgestossen 'Detached'
Heavy Heart slow to beat,
As the whispers come hastily,
all but halting cold feet
Only lifetime's distraught, wretched spell shall she speak,
steadfast cries in the moonlight,
Wolves howl in late heat
Still standing alone,
not one tear shall break under
this sweet child's face,
smiling throu cold encumber
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