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The birds were in the market square.Your summer shawl was wrapped around,Your shoulders in the evening air.You tugged my sleeve, so I slowed down.I smiled at how you love this place.How all these things fill your eyes.And as I bent to kiss your face,You turned to me and seemed to rise.And it was then, I saw the light.I felt the air, go rushing past.These things are fixed, now in my sight.Your face. The fire. The flying glass.I seldom drink, not since that night.I've wondered if I were a ghost.I've cursed at those who made that light.Beyond these things I've missed you most.When late at night, I dream of you.The little things. Your face. Your eyes.And walking in, our market, too.But even in, my dreams, you rise. You rise. Aus Songtexte Mania