Like a lily, lost

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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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