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  • Oskar, 18, Berlin // We tried to guess at our future, We’ve looked to learn from our past, But none of our predictive measures, Could ever hope to last. What I say and what I’ve sworn, Are the words of distant shores, I could pace those marble halls, Suit of armor, here I come. //
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