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A soul that has been hurt doesn't sleep, but the morning arrives anyway.A lonley tiredness dresses the body.
In the shadow, death is waiting and in the light, life is resting.
The pain of longing is hard but forgetfulness has it's time.
A new spring will soon arrive.
Don't give up.
Poetry by Johan Lidberg (SE)
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Written on 2005-07-29 at 08:10
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