One day in blue-moon September, silent under a plum tree
I held her, my silent pale love, in my arms like a fair and lovely dream.
Above us in the summer skies was a cloud
that caught my eye . It was up so high... And when I looked up at it again it was no longer there.
I held her, my silent pale love, in my arms like a fair and lovely dream.
Above us in the summer skies was a cloud
that caught my eye . It was up so high... And when I looked up at it again it was no longer there.
--Brecht
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