"The words a father speaks to his children in the privacy of the home are not overheard at the time, but, as in whispering galleries, they will be clearly heard at the end and by posterity."
Jean Paul Richter, writer (1763-1825)
// on the wind // I heard your name // on the grass // a long time ago // had to be a thousand years, at least // in the night // the though...
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