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People like us are unhappy in this world and in the next, I guess if we made it to heaven, we’d have to help make it thunder.
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Scene VI

 

Georg Buchner

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I do my best to hide this low-down feelin'.
I try to make believe there's nothing wrong.
But they're always askin me about you, darlin
And it hurts me so to tell 'em that you're gone.
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What comes now? The earth awaits
What fierce wonder from the skies?
Thunder, trampling through the night?
Morning, with illustrious eyes?
Morning, from the springs of light:
Thunder, round Heaven's opening gates.

 

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