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These are days without names
This is time but without haste
Open doors, open windows
We are free but also amazed

In a brightly colored garden under the tree
Miracles always happen in a beautiful dream
But I am not dreaming now

These are days without names
Like two paper boats
In the water without direction
Look the light is changing here But slowly under the branches of the tree
Very carefully the sun sinks again as in a dream
But I am not dreaming now

And you are not dreaming either

These days without names
Stand in my memory
Apart from places and seasons
Like a very special thing