De dikke druppels
op het autoraam
die wat er achter het raam gebeurt
in kleine wereldjes vormen
maar dan ondersteboven
bewegen voort
door de wind
als mini kikkervisjes
of mega spermacellen
When all the things you tried to think were good have suddenly become the source of fear, then at the very place where you first stood has someone dropped an unforgivenlly tear. And on the ground where those now lit the lights I'm standing still but without things to know 'Cause we all be and go just like the tides and can not say: Oh time, I miss you so. Yes, everyhting has changed and not a sign of knowledge here is to be claimed as mine.
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