Berlin

Lying in the cold glow
of another morning in Berlin
The rain is falling so softly
I can almost feel you beside me

Drifting into a weak slumber
when I'm stoned on your aura
I can trace your name
through the clouds of cigarette smoke

Lying in the cold glow
of another morning in Berlin
I wish that it would last forever
so you would never leave

In your eyes I see a noir truth 
of the grey sunlight
that almost seems real
when I reach for the dying moonlight 

The End

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