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by Sabine Recklies
...and then one day—I promise you—
we'll meet again somewhere,
on plains where greener grasses grow
and sweetness fills the air...
...and as I did when I was young,
I'll dance and prance and leap.
but until then Good Bye my friend,
I need this much earned sleep...
...so let the thought of me be joy
and not a heavy sigh,
if you will tend my legacy,
then I shall never die...
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