Struck by how I should treat
whereof I would not speak
Stuck on how I could see
what has truly come to my hands
I should sing of young love
heroism's lofty peak
God and love of the homelands
But I'm stuck on the top
Where my thoughts are seeking
and the moment's fierce now
blows all words to the wind
where my thoughts write words large
but they're scarcely worth speaking
and the shuddering void
knocked rang clattered and dinned
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