life was great,
and movement was unstoppable
until you crossed my path
and you,
well, you were the great standstill
the last move in our life's game in a dream,
you spoke my name once
your voice echoed,
but i refused to listen
i've lived my life underground
hiding from your Nazi regime every time i turned to you, you turned away
and my heart sank into the deepest parts of Hell
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