I saw a girl running in a field
It was somewhere above Münich
She couldn't see me but I saw her
She waved at the plane
She didn't think about me or to anyone there
I thought of her but
I never saw her again
Though I dreamed about her again
And talked about her
And wrote about her again
Her hair wasn't tied, she was wearing plain white
Like a lily lost in the crops of corn
It's how important she is to me
When to her I'm not even a single atom or a thought
Her hair was cut short and her T-shirt torn
She must have been running in the mud
Because we were riding in the storm
That's how I'm important to her
Because she screamed for no name
But the sunlight that poured from her lips
And her tails danced around her face
As she laughed in a yellow summer dress
Skipping in a field
Like a hydrangea's petal in the wind
That's how we are for eachother:
The distant memories
That takes us both away and yet closer.
It all happened somewhere above Münich
And that's the only thing I'm pretty sure we agree on together.
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