Give me a chance
to say something much,
find out romance
and be with its touch.
Love is life chances
that come and go again,
into thought dances
and so hard is to explain.
Life and its story
of something to share,
show of its glory
that reaches everywhere.
It's never too easy
to say something much,
thoughts are though free
to give of its touch.
Night is still going
here on 'till its dawn,
all life down slowing
in windows and autobahn.
Clouds are shadowing
the stills of daybreak,
while night is in glowing
to first day's awake.
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