For decades you stood there,
as a referee,
between East and West,
as an obstical for one side,
and as a necessity for the other side
For decades you have been waiting,
for that day in nineteen eighty-nine,
when the concrete that kept you
all those years standing,
was crushed by the urge for freedom.
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