The murmur grows - until they rage It is not a scenery At this market-place in middle-ages Somebody - in the crowd - Speaks a prayer Hundred burning torches rise In their light appears the silhouette Of a mighty Funeral pile Headling with some unknown herbs - Rising suspicion -
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