Of you and of me There are whispering. The entire world swept Under a feet! That with you and me Is not touchen. If it happens, You'll better run. We had looked for ourselves, We had got lost. Tell we got, I stay yet as can be. And a war we wished Since forgotten, That's wrong was When we were at than. White birch, white birch, milk tree Dance in, smoke in my eyes, Your arms in water way... Clatter us with white teeth, Snow has tired on winter, And then I fall with tired... White birch, white birch, milk tree, Silent made own tales. I know they can't be hard. They run on his sorrow, Rapid scary water, I'd know they'll be no stoppen... It's not too late, If you can remember. I'll be gone and you can't Catch up to me... If you look When you will not see me, Want to see me Someone else will come...
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