Der Mond Ist Hoch
stay, my brother
I beg you
the sun has gone
and the night will befriend
no travelers
what callous hands
so heavy
reach for my face
leaving timeless traces
of their merit
sleep, my brother
I beg you
the moon is high
and the dawn returns us
to simpler times
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