One leaf after another , Our tree of life withers
What we have tended with care, Is now dry and bare.
What hope and what consolation can I offer
When it all goes up in flames …
You, our times, and our existence
Like a piece of timber on pyre.
What we have tended with care, Is now dry and bare.
What hope and what consolation can I offer
When it all goes up in flames …
You, our times, and our existence
Like a piece of timber on pyre.
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