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Der WunschThe Wish Before my eyes pictures are passing by A night train with many wagons With lighted windows In a different picture, another child In yet another, a roof and a door Looking so familiar I see a bench and a station And a hand gripping a small shoulder And warm smiles Somebody with closed eyes A naïve youngster Who laughs so loud that heaven could hear him What a bizarre world , what a bizarre world Lips are whispering in darkness She can see but does not hear a word Before the Kiss How we preserved the taste How the heart would beat like thunder What a bizarre world How my time travels And I know well that No one has ever returned to the ‘start’ It’s only a wish © Copyright: Rafael Manory
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