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She smiles in her sleep
You klimb past her shape
You dress in the dark
A door closes behind
You are in the hallway
You came here tonight
She will maybe awaken
But now you have left
Early one Sunday
The city's blue
Late in November
The day after
You have not slept
You're not even tired
You walk in a street
You never have seen
The streets are that many
Your thoughts even more
You hear a laughter
You turn to see
It was only yourself
And the Devil who laughed
It grows a poppy in your blood
