A little person
Steps out of life
That was shady, heavy hardship
He went alone, like so many before him
Lonely before him, to his death
No stone preserves his name
No good spirit that brings flowers
No eye that gives him tears
No pure heart that remembers him
This shall be an obituary
To you, who no one really misses
A life worthless and pure
So small, never kissed from the heart
You're spoiled unknown
You're lying anonymously in the dirt
Cheated out of all your happiness
In a dark spot
A little person
Leaves life
Becomes a very banal piece of nature
That has barely blossomed, is already wilting and sick
Dissolving t in nothing but a lazy trace

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