And I wake up in the sunrise with sand in my hair.
And there is your voice that echoes still in my head.
That you are standing 'neath the linden once again.
And I'm walking down the sight, walking rush hours flow.
And in the windows your reflection linger still.
When you are standing 'neath the linden once again.
Since time is a thief, I'm out in my reckoning.
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