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    you say

    you say I should choose
    between you and her

    that's so cruel
    I love you both

    you want a decision
    but feelings are affected

    You won't win me this way
    You will lose everything

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    every day

    every day the same questions
    should i shave
    should I put cheese or ham on my bread?
    do i want some music
    which scarf fits to my shirt
    and - should I call you

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    Glasperlenspiel

    memories of tomorrow 1

    rolling balls of glass
    are not the messengers for those
    who descend from clouds
    and announce the end of the game

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    Glasperlenspiel

    memories of tomorrow 1

    rolling balls of glass
    are not the messengers for those
    who descend from clouds
    and announce the end of the game

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    From dusk til dawn

    It was not a cockcrow that woke me today,
    but the rumble of the night gone by
    that vanished as soon as it discovered me
    and had to realize that I had woken up.
    A new morning that joined me,
    that threw itself with light to blind me,
    capitulates in the urge - so God reward -
    in the cry the crows send pain.
    The view prevents fog, and figures
    blur, become sick in the dull glow,
    Melancholy: the soul to manage
    Be released and lost in this being.
    Leisurely the day goes the way of the times
    defeated in the cycle of constant euphoria
    and swings in the infinity of the wide,
    of the great space that cradles us.
    The dawn holds the entry in the next hour
    and announces that the light, which was barely born,
    has now inflicted this wound
    in that the dark blue is chosen as the ruler.

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