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Blaue Melancholie

Etwa hundert Meter weiter gab es einmal eine jugendliche Kneipe namens "Irrlicht", die Becks-Bier in Flaschen und gezapftes Weizenbier ausschenkte...

...the traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags down stream
cause the life that lived is,
Is dead
And the wind screams mary
Uh-will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past?
And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last
And the wind cries mary...
(Jimi Hendrix)

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