in your strange
country
i do not know how
to speak
but you are so
beautiful
and it is my heart
which does the
talking
you do not know me
this is the first time
we met
but you understand
perfectly
what is this love
all about
how easy is it to
start a conversation
using the hands, the
lips, and the eyes
how our heart beat
how short the hours have
become
how anxious are we that
this train trip shall
soon end
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