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summer night

Two spectra discussed before. Wir werden

denies diese Gespenster breast-wir sind ohne Worte Gespenster, ohne Vergangenheit, die each zusammenbringen würde, wir sind von Stille und Gespenster Abstand getrennt,
Du hast die Worte ermördert, -A summer night. It was the end. You were tired, tears, cry. You were killing words Todfluss-rousing,
you had left me - you have stolen from the bedroom , I did not sleep more, in solitude, -
I should leave you for a while without sleep, without summer - I came back. Summer night. Your eyes have reflected a stranger
-summer night. A phenomenon which shaped the eeriness of the distance. I could not bear - the nights without sleep, days without nights, the summer without beginning, without end.
summer night. You know, it's the end. We sense it, a hidden certainty, it is an unconscious feeling that we met, without reality, because unexpressed, there was no beginning, there was nothing, how could there be an end, summer night. Your black eye, black tears. The trauma, silence which heralds the eternal silence, where you'll disappear. Never shall we meet again, we never have met, you say that you had already forgotten everything - summer night, your words destroy us, there are no words
enstelltes your face. I could never reach you.
lost your face in a summer night.
Summer has no end. Sleep and dream. I have found the nights, and the dream. It is a single summer night without end.

Et la nuit seule entendit leurs paroles .



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