Das Plague


Everyone agreed that they were out of place there
The town itself
A town without pigeons
Without trees
Without gardens
Out our citizens work hard solely with the object of getting rich
Now the people work
How they love
How they die
How they work
How they love
How they die
Those days of fires indoors







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