Alone standing wall,

which sad stories you want to tell us?

Looking so utterly lonely,

pale and melancholic you are

The graffiti you are wearing

 as make-up,

looking washed out by

 sad tears shed in the past

Your grey coat stained by blood,

spilled by the cause of ideological borders

Your city divided by human darkness,

and re-united in hope for freedom

Along with your stones, the locks

of mind control were thrown away

On that memorable day sun was shining bright,

casting new shadows on your skin


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