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"Kristallnacht"
Night of Broken Glass
Broken dreams
Of shattered glass,
Nothing seems
that it will ever last.
Hands white as snow
Eyes black as coal
Blood red as scarlet;
Spill to speak a deathly sonnet.
From this night
of Broken Glass;
These names I cannot say
Because they will not burn in fire
T'll one day,
They will come out with no desire.
Broken dreams
Of shattered glass,
Nothing seems
that it will ever last.
Hands white as snow
Eyes black as coal
Blood red as scarlet;
Spill to speak a deathly sonnet.
From this night
of Broken Glass;
These names I cannot say
Because they will not burn in fire
T'll one day,
They will come out with no desire.
Published 29th Oct 2011
| Edited 11th Nov 2016
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