In classes falls asleep cradling
wind tired. My hand
leave a blood-red flower torn
die under a blazing sun.
I've seen many flowers bloom and die
;
joys and pains come and go,
and no one can keep them.
I too have shed my blood
in life;
but I do not know if I'm sorry,
I just know that I'm tired.
Hermann Hesse
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