Dienstag, 8. Oktober 2013


When september winds are turning
and the last ship is gone
theres a warm house to return to
and an inner flame is burning

over all this years
you collect a terrible sum of your fears
there's nothing to choose
and there is nothing to loose

try learn to dance
don't just trust your own glance
swing to the left
and swing to the right
and don't live a solitary life

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