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Someday
"Someday you have to show me
Your beautiful place"
There is no "someday" anymore,
Honey.
I wish I could tell you
That this is just a crisis,
A temporary closing.
I wish I could reassure you
About our freedom,
The written words
Would, still be valid,
Named by the city you love in.
Now they all forget
How precious they are,
Behave more like in the pre war,
Greeting Weimar,
100 years ...
Monday 16th March 2020 6:45 am
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