You'll never know my name
Not in the whisper of the wind, not in the sparks of the stars
Although "never" is too long for a human life which is always the same
Where I know when it ends and when it starts
With the laughter of the ringing bells
Joy is scattered in the night
And the firelight lifts her back to the sky which she knows so well
Waiting and hoping – just for this I have the right
Without a name
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