There’s a brass band playing,
Teens clambering into boats,
And a final pink light on the mountains
As the world loses color for sleep.
Nothing is wrong in this part of Germany.
No one here now will ever die.
No one is nursing a secret sorrow;
No one is guilty, no one is lost.
Here there is only a duck slowly swimming,
Music on the water,
And infinite time.
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