Fear of night. Fear of not night.
In our folk nobody has any experience of youth, there__ barely even any time for being a toddler. The children simply don__ have any time in which they might be children........Indeed... there__ simply no way that we would be able to provide our children with a viable childhood, one that is real. Naturally, there are consequences. There__ a certain ever present, not to be liquidated childishness that permeates our folk; We often act in ways that are totally and utterly ridiculous and, indeed, precisely like children we do things that are crazy, letting loose with our assets in a manner that is bereft of all rationality, prodigious in our celebrations, partaking in a light-headed frivolousness that is divorced from all sensibility, and often enough all simply for the sake of some small token of fun, so much do we love having our small amusements. But our folk isn__ only childish, to a certain extent we also age prematurely, childhood and old age mix themselves differently with us than by others. We don__ have any youth, we jump right away into maturity and, then, we remain grown-ups for too long and as a consequence to this there__ a broad shadow of a certain tiredness and a sort of hopelessness that colours our essential nature, a nature that as a whole is otherwise so tenacious and permeated by hope, strong hope. This, no doubt, this is related to why we__e so disinclined toward music__e__e too old for music, so much excitement, so much passion doesn__ sit well with our heaviness;
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In our folk nobody has any experience of youth, there__ barely even any time for being a toddler. The children simply don__ have any time in which they might be children........Indeed... there__ simply no way that we would be able to provide our children with a viable childhood, one that is real. Naturally, there are consequences. There__ a certain ever present, not to be liquidated childishness that permeates our folk; We often act in ways that are totally and utterly ridiculous and, indeed, precisely like children we do things that are crazy, letting loose with our assets in a manner that is bereft of all rationality, prodigious in our celebrations, partaking in a light-headed frivolousness that is divorced from all sensibility, and often enough all simply for the sake of some small token of fun, so much do we love having our small amusements. But our folk isn__ only childish, to a certain extent we also age prematurely, childhood and old age mix themselves differently with us than by others. We don__ have any youth, we jump right away into maturity and, then, we remain grown-ups for too long and as a consequence to this there__ a broad shadow of a certain tiredness and a sort of hopelessness that colours our essential nature, a nature that as a whole is otherwise so tenacious and permeated by hope, strong hope. This, no doubt, this is related to why we__e so disinclined toward music__e__e too old for music, so much excitement, so much passion doesn__ sit well with our heaviness;
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