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mm, improv. hopplöst sentim.


tomorrow in the afternoon are we


we fly together
always under floating weather

we live like the ones away
we are maybe different

so the same at the same time are we
why are we

we met and then we were
is this what we became

yes and absolutely not
so far

tomorrow in the afternoon we will have become again
as we always

when we have tea
and sit in different rooms but together

when, i ask hopelessly again, i ask when
can i have your baby

can i grow it
not yet, you say, as always

will we always co-exist
will we, are we

at least today
we are




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