One day you will find yourself traveling the train tracks, the others staying at the Tatort. He who then stirs soup will have to lick the spoon, also in case of it being hot. Above all, children’s laughter is the most beautiful, even when resulted by their own jokes. Disturbing thoughts cloud our sleep. Either this or gluttony, melancholic music offering little relief. Once the lyrics kick in the mist thickens by eared towers, by sunflower seeds, by worms, other species and an absence of horses, by F-R-E-I-H-E-I-T...
The witness bares all, but facts are also understood by travelers.
R. Lang and E. Schulze
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