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Barndommes gade I'm the road of your childhood, I am the ground of your being. I am the pulsating rhythm in everything you long for. I am your mother's gray hands and your mother and the anxious mind of your father, I am the earliest light of the dreamers, the misty nets. I gave you my great earnestness on a day when you were wildly abandoned. Sprinkled 'a little melancholy in the mind a driving rainy night. I struck you to the ground once to harden your heart, but I gently raised you up again and wiped away the tears.
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