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Next, Theseus Illiander recited his poem (?).
Grayness
A broken spirit, a weak body, a gray haze in the head;
A gray sky, a gray wind, emptiness all around;
There is no joy of a sprout, hope is dead;
There is a way out, but only from the roof or through the window.
A broken spirit, a weak body, a gray haze in the head;
A gray sky, a gray wind, emptiness all around;
There is no joy of a sprout, hope is dead;
There is a way out, but only from the roof or through the window.