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When we took the prisoner

To the clearing in the forest

He must have understood

For he was full of smiles

And tales of his love

His sun-haired girl

Up there in the Alps

Like a goddess of the harvest

We tied him

to the trunk of a beech tree

And he wept

While he smoke his last

And when I pulled the trigger

Under that clear winter sky

How I wished that instead

We were eaten by a storm

For when I heard the gunshot

Was when I realized

That to kill a man

Felt like killing part of myself

Even if

He fully deserved it