Poezie
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you see, love,
time is not the same for us
so tired the light
of running like crazy
between the songs.
\"sign on the window says lonely\".
no, love,
I don\'t want to talk about us,
but I would sing to you
small fragments of \"new morning\".
\"sign on the door says no company allowed\".
\"sign on the street says I don\'t owe me\".
just lock away the bullets and guns, love,
when the time is right
these will become the spare parts
for your hands.
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