When Summer bursts out to its fullest,
Is life as quiet as never before and after.
No question left open,
No answer unspoken.
Within this all embracing silence.
Can you hear, what you can't hear?
Is there a touch of what you never been touched?
Did you accomplished, what you could never imagine?
I'm asking myself, but sometimes,
This nobody who doesn't want to talk to me is not there.
I'm running in circles but only to see:
Circles will never close.
They're running round after round up or down the next level.
Where will we be, when the summer's gone?
Summer's almost gone ...
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