"Geh auf die Farm..."

So give me reason
To wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies

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I need some shelter of my own protection
To be with myself and center, clarity
Peace, Serenity
The path that I'm walking
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full grown
Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay

I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry


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Letzte Nacht lief ich ein Stück ins Feld. Das letzte Licht der Sonne hinter Wolken und Horizont war noch zu vernehmen. Bizarr und vertraut reckten sich die blätterlosen Äste der alten Bäume in das Schwarz der Wolken. Nur unter diesen knochigen Gesellen wuchs das weiche, lange, saftige Gras – unheimlich und vertraut, wie eine Grabstätte in der Savanne.
Und die rote Straße endlos.

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