even if i do not know it,
i wait for the sun every morning.
in my sleep, i wait.
even if i do not know it,
i wait for you every morning.
in my sleep, i wait.
and when i know it,
the waiting is almost unbearable.
it is burning so, that i want to forget.
i want not to know, that the sun will be shining,
i want you to come,
in the light of a new day,
not in the darkness of waiting.
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