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A Pretty Marchen

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Bruderchen, I loved you best when I was little too. (Our hair was blonder then, our eyes were blue.) At nights I lay in bed and hummed my wordless hymns to you. (I prayed to God that I could be like you.) The pillow underneath my head was soft and white as you...

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