was always you with your air pensively deep,
stride with hesitation on the hill steep,
image glimmering through cigarette smoke,
after night pity for my heart to evoke;
you and myself sitting one another by
watching the shooting stars in the high sky.
was always you, honey, with that bright smile
myself till the war-end waiting all the while.
me bring you into our dear wonders’ land
you forever to sing songs of sweet brand
me into my long nostalgic night-time:
tired weapons thousands of a love rhyme.
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