Inbetween two places, one step outside the house, and one step already out of the door... Still miles away, still restless, this is summer, this is how I always get. 'I look down at my feet, they've been with me for years...' And the song gets louder and louder in my head: 'So far away, so far away, so far away...' And I AM at my best when I'm far away. What else is there? Someone, maybe. Truly? Passingly for me, I steal one smile, the truce is one glance in the shadow, under rainy roofs. I'm bad at goodbyes, but you surprised me, and I'm not gonna tell you, maybe in the winter, when there's frost, snow, mistletoe and 'Behute mich Gott'.
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