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Just a dark night
A man standing at my door
Long and White
A suit and no face.
He Creep-ed closer
He had no face not even ears.
I could see as he went closer
on this dark night
Gone he was.
I went back to sleep
Only to wake up again.
Something holding my hand.
The man at my door was in my room
Holding my hand.
He spoke of my death.
He wanted to take me to a place
a pain free place
A place where I would find friends
Family he said.
I held his hand and went with him
He said he was the Der Großmann
I left.
Left to a nice place
A place of Peace
of Family
Of friends
of Der Großmann.
