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I'm in love with the air and the cries it carries to me
I love that which I cannot see, nor hear, nor touch
And yet I feel it
The only true love I've known
During a life of heartbreak and disappointments
Oh! To meet the air. That which has come over me
What should I do? Dance with him, lay with him?
Tell he that I know not what his troubles may be
That I love him?
What is it to love that which does not exist?
Love does not see, nor hear, nor touch itself
It is as the air to me
So I find that it is love that I love
And nothing else
I love that which I cannot see, nor hear, nor touch
And yet I feel it
The only true love I've known
During a life of heartbreak and disappointments
Oh! To meet the air. That which has come over me
What should I do? Dance with him, lay with him?
Tell he that I know not what his troubles may be
That I love him?
What is it to love that which does not exist?
Love does not see, nor hear, nor touch itself
It is as the air to me
So I find that it is love that I love
And nothing else
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truth
Im Strauß unserer Wahrheiten
Für uns erkennbar:
Das gekonnte Arrangement
Die schlichte Schönheit der einzelnen Blüte
Wehmut eines SommertagsWehe uns!
Einer zeigt das Offenbare:
Abgestorbene Blüten
Welke Blätter
Der ekelerregende Geruch faulenden WassersDas Gran Hoffnung
Entlarvt als Träumerei
Scheinbar
Schöngefärbt
Das Sträußchen Hoffnunglosigkeit.
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Breaths
Each breath that comes,
from the heavens above,
cradle my lungs.
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Fly away.
Broken mirrors,
false reflections.
Distorted feelings,
Imperfections.Jump into the sky,
and fly away with me.
Absorb my rain of tears.
Open your arms,
and catch me when I fall.Make my sun shine,
make my day bright.
Make my nights cold,
and hold me in your warmth.Open up,
just fly away.
The clouds are our future,
follow the whispers of the wind.Mistakes leave wounds,
only you can heal them.
You don't know it,
but my secrets inside are waiting for you.My eyes tell my storys.
Read me.
Don't judge my book by it's cover.
Look into my eyes.Give me the soft kiss of your look,
and the warmth of your touch.
My dreams are for you.
I'm waiting,
Waiti...
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I like this! Lovely progression from "air" to "love." 
Air may be a metaphor to you--or I can imagine that, having been naked in the air often, as I have, you have come to love its unimpeded touch on your skin...
Air may be a metaphor to you--or I can imagine that, having been naked in the air often, as I have, you have come to love its unimpeded touch on your skin...