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Before she goes to bed
she's tired
just speaking with her eyes
before she goes to bed
not up some long conservation
her feet's a bit cold
her smile -a bit old
has not been eating for a while
has not been drinking
it's like she's captured in her body
she just longs to get out
someday just run
run - without thinking of her breath
she just longs to let her thoughts fly
and run with her white long dress
through long fields
-brown and wild
like a child
like them
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Ein Engel fiel vom Himmel.
Gefallen, um in der Welt der Menschen zu leben.
Geboren, um ein einsamer Engel zu werden
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