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The tears are dripping… There is my love.

The pain in my heart is getting worse…

Simply the heart is not strong enough!

Simply my love for you isn’t a good choice.

Nothing is happening… Where are you now?

Now you are sleeping… The Angel in the sky.

He is so flying above the sleeping town,

That my heart like a bird wants to fly!

The doves are flying, among them a white dove!

The movement of their wings has no noise…

But the tears are dripping… There is my love!

The sadness is the world that my heart employs…