That means...

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The swing is swinging and I'm swinging with the swing

I'm loving my love and my love loves me

Then

I'm running my run and the run runs

Like my legs

That was a long time ago

Now

My ears hear the tears falling

My breast feels my heart beating

Someday it will stop

And with my heart stops my life

But

It stopped when you left me

That means... I'm dead.

Poetry {english~german}Unde poveștirile trăiesc. Descoperă acum