Berlin, they say, is worth a trip
you come, go through the famous gate,
in La Taverna take a nip
where the Blue Angel had her date
with destiny and smoky song
and where the drink called Berlin White
ascended new, and strange positions
and from those lofty, thin-air height
inept Berliners made decisions.
Marlene, we still believe in you,
our love can never die or shrink
and when we visit our Zoo
we are reminded in a blink
that no one ever really mattered
until you sang Lily Marlene,
around us everything was battered
I looked at you, with dumb and plain
but lusty eyes and sweaty hands
you did not mind my obvious drools
today, as memory still stands
you speak to me, one of the fools.
I love you, sweetheart kiss your fingers
worship the ground you graced just once
the scent of you, it's fresh, it lingers
I keep your photo from my sons.
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