Vierzeiler von Claus Hebell
And all the criminals are kept at home
The graces of the land of dram are winning
And skeletons of peace are on the roam.
Romantic is the grease of our heart
There is no quitting when the game gets rough
Another life and yet the same old start.
I saw your face beneath a cast of sand
I saw it vanishing from all resemblance
As I once lost you on the golden strand.
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