Step away on a sidewalk, keep quiet
Ring the bell, smell this life, as it is
Burning up but there is no fire
Falling down in a wonderful bliss
Hear me talking, and then see me crying
But the way, what’s the weather today?
Yes, I do feel sometimes, that I am dying.
And I am from myself far away.
Step inside, no fear, believe me
Al the rumors shall be wiped away
Touch me, hear me, if possible, love me
When it has began? Let me tell you
End of death
End of life
End of May…
25.05.2011
Step away on a sidewalk
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