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Poul Lüdwiger

18 Oct 2025 — 1 min read

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the only thing I ever had.
I wasted it like a gambler,
because I played with fate.

I lost sight of you,
you went beyond the horizon
in a wooden boat,
with coins on your eyes
to buy the sky.

But the sky cannot be bought,
it belongs to no one,
but the land that I bought
has eaten you up
long time ago,
and even the most expensive watches
won't bring you back.

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