Bared gates split the view,
	Only a few are standing late
	In front of the closed factory.
	Most people hurry mutely along
	And follow the lined up houses
	With shining shops in front.
	Their eyes turned to the glitter,
	Are glued to valued treasures, -
	By them they are taken in, -
	Seeks someone his next's word,
	He won't find it.








     
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	    Udo Frentzen 2013 - 1971