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| The Show for the Circus, for four hardly seen Bodies and for the crowd of Spirits | ||
| Nodding off to sleep on a plush
horse, on a playground roundabout he dreamed that he was empty
and happy and flew into the void with his back to the wall of a whirlpool...And then the road comes full circle... Capricorn starts to sing...Time travels in both directions... God looks in the mirror - Black and empty - And a heavy rain falls... ...the game of children and giants gives the meaning... There is no sin in war. There is no sin in love I am mother. I am father. I am a part I am the whole. I am a fool I am hope |
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