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A poem about Castle Stone, in German language it is called Burg Stain. |
| Have you ever heard, about the castle - Stain? It is standing in so beautiful land, called Oberkrain ... When I go there, my eyes have no time to rest, that is the place of "mine" and I feel the best! In the Spring, I listen to the birds, how they sing and so far in the distance, the distant phones ring ... When I was young and foolish, it was like my home, it sounds silly, I felt like a ruler of the Rome ... I’m so much older now and the times are hard, they don’t respect you, there is no regard!? In my heart, all these memories remain, I will always know the laughter and the pain ... |