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1861–1939

I. 8

Karen Nilsen

Der er ikke glans over livet idag, Sky efter sky over himlen der farer, Flyende stormen i vildeste jag. ‒ Over min sjæl falder skyggernes skarer.

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I. 8 · Karen Nilsen · Poetry Cove