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i look at my window
she tells me stories of people
that were knocked down by a Daf truck
she tells me the history of sand
that became glass in gothic cathedrals
the sorrow of sand
and before i go sleeping
i watch under my bed
if my window is breathing well
i warn her
not to dream of sand
..
she tells me stories of people
that were knocked down by a Daf truck
she tells me the history of sand
that became glass in gothic cathedrals
the sorrow of sand
and before i go sleeping
i watch under my bed
if my window is breathing well
i warn her
not to dream of sand
..
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