It has been a normal Sunday night,
the moon and stars were shining bright.
While our Lord was sitting on an old and grey cloud,
he watched the rushed and chaotic crowd
on earth and spoke to Mr. Sandman:
„Dear friend, I never can
believe that this stupid man
is just making plans
as if life never ends.“

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