Margins Moge Basar Stand I upon the brink: The ledge of life and all That I have ever seen; All that I ever knew, With me shall perish they. And I, with nothing else. Far is the ground from here. Stand I on a roof high. Look below, I am afraid; Feeble is my heart. Jump or not? Jump or not? I let the moment pass. The wind has soon arrived. I feel the breath of life. I was resolved before, To follow through the path. All has left me now: Afraid to live; afraid to die.
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