It's an old story
This one
Already told many years ago
It's an old story
But it'll tell you something
They were those too dark times
Times in which it blew
More than ever
The bad wind
Of a horrendous disease
It was like this
That the the prince thought
Of closing himself in his castle
Alone with his friends
It was thus
That he thought
Of remaining still there ¬
Until it passes
That fear
And all that darkness 
In the castle there was joy
And it was good in company
We ate a bit of everything
We danced a bit
And no one ever imagined
That the bad wind could reach there too
The bad wind
br/>Which in the end then entered
I write to you
These things that
Are from a past that
It seems to never pass
I write all this to you
That in the future you will be born
And who knows what it will be like
If this wind
Has left the cities
I write all this to you< br/>That in the future you will be born
And who knows what it will be like
If this wind
Has left the cities
I don't know what world you will find
/>I only hope that you will be
Son of a new
And more just humanity

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