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Menschen
Once when I was staring-
I did something that was daring.
Not truly, fully a waring,
the fruits of ideas which I was bearing.
She asked me how I was fairing,
the music in my head was blaring,
the lovers a kiss they were sharing,
Under the stars well preparing.
As mensch we go on always caring,
and as couple we go together pairing,
through the memory pages tearing,
her cheeks of red ever flaring.
