About time
For spring to come Melt the icicles In my heart About time The sun broke through Thawing the fields Of my mind About time For the rain to fall Wash all the dust From my soul About time For the trees to leaf Sap from their roots To my bones About time Bur not about time It leaves you withered Wilting to the end
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Oktober 2017
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