| I don't really like Goethe's poetry,
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| I'm much closer to the 'Beatles' something,
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| For example, 'All you need is love'.
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| I'm getting tired of Goethe.
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| You and I are prisoners of empty windows,
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| You and I are old rock fighters.
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| It's too light for us under the sun,
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| We dance under the moonlight
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| We dance under the light of the moon.
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| We are waiting for you, night!
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| Ashes and memory are scattered by the wind
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| Illuminate the darkness of my soul with a star,
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| Put cold and fire in my heart,
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| Tell me more often, hey, you're still alive!
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| Tell me more often, hey, you're still alive!
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| Every night the moonlight carries a message
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| About the cherished, you will not understand them,
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| If together with us, taking a bouquet of flowers,
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| Don't dance under the moonlight
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| Don't dance under the moonlight.
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| We are waiting for you, night!
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| Ashes and memory are scattered by the wind
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| Illuminate the darkness of my soul with a star,
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| Put cold and fire in my heart,
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| Tell me more often, hey, you're still alive!
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| Tell me more often, hey, you're still alive!
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| We are waiting for you, night!
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| Ashes and memory are scattered by the wind
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| Illuminate the darkness of my soul with a star,
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| Put cold and fire in my heart,
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| Tell me more often, hey, you're still alive!
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| Tell me more often, hey, you're still alive! |