Your eight-page paperbehind which you huddle, Bawling through the megaphone of big type: 'This is I, the giant.'
Here today we huddle tight As the darkest heathens might The snow falls chilly on our skin The snow is forcing its way in. Hush, snow, come in with us to dwell: We were thrown out by Heaven as well.bertolt brecht
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