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Our fathers got the pink
 
pathfinding glory days sold.
 
That young mother it all had started with
 
has long frozen off the branches.
Sorrowful tear-solders moarned our loss
 
for them who got the hardest part done.
 
That is an autumn Christmas tree
 
autumn-coloured but a
 
true winter feel with pine.
 
I made an exhibition for their memory
 
as a theme-park railway for kids.
 
You see, they always get the point
 
they tend to understand even the ugliest gnomes
 
and not understand the simples things in the meantime.
 
About the power plants and plant-powers
 
no press, no comment please.
 
I mean pick the shape of the clouds
 
and the lights and it is already
 
a different altar for another prayer.
 
Grandma's Christmas
 
and Leda's winter attitude
 
those fire-artists
 
my cat on the shoulder
 
to see Enrico again
 
and Bogi
 
the sleeping super bar
 
and the maestro
 
Andi and Andras
 
the lamplights
 
Judit's hunger for beauty
 
Orsi's fancy hat
 
to ride a horse
 
all got a corner
 
in the garden
 
I built for the
 
goods
 
my fathers have sold to me.
Sorrowful tear-solders moarned our loss
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