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dreaming like a hero
my distant phone rings
now who's really to say
what this morning brings
a friend in distress
some phoner or other
no matter who's calling
I really shouldn't bother
but now I'm awake
and on my still warm feet
I rush up the staircase
grab the receiver to greet
there's a black silence
on the other end so eerie
but after a while I realize
that what I must be hearing
is the breath of my shadow
making his final rounds
issuing a last warning
from now on: no ugly sounds
so I press the red button
and to my great surprise
I no longer speak danish
this call marked its demise
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