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The Tile

March 16, 2013

The Tile

Because I’ve touched the holy floor,
I’m very happy and get the wings,
the wings for flying
through the restless new door.
Even late, now I’m trembling
Like a swan which is dying.

Oh, mercy, my Lord, mercy again,
To my hystorical moment
And give to my beauty of life
One more bad vow, not in vain:
The mosaic tile that You’ve sent,
Let it be me in the arms of the knight,

let me be that holy tile
which will be the last in the mosaic,
marry me, Lord.
In the meanwhile,
that will be the third blessy light
in my life before the Mord. („The last tile in the mosaic“)
It is a little better in original version.



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