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| Kathrin Schuster |
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| I am the fire of the morning after A flame wan and weak, bleakly betrayed My strength - gone stale My power - broken A forgotten spark coughing In dust-covered ashes I am the fire of the morning after - Shivering, chilled The bleeding fire of the tired sun setting I blindly hope, yet my struggle has ceased I gave you my light, my warmth, my shine You grabbed my gifts You sucked me cold I am the fire of the morning after - Shivering, chilled I´m the fire of the death-weary dragon Whose flame is drowned in forget-me-greys Cruel-cold laughter, as the very last knight Sheds his rusty armour and a spark hurled turns icy On his scorn-frosted skin I am the fire of the morning after - Shivering, chilled The hearth-fire fled in a frenzy of fear Those who fed me for years dispersed With the winds of despair The last starving flame flickers feebly On its deathbed of wintery coals I am the fire of the morning after A flame wan and weak, bleakly betrayed My strength - gone stale My power - broken A forgotten spark coughing In dust-covered ashes Shivering, chilled |
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