Himmel über Berlin, Der
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as long as l haven't found
the Potsdamer Platz.

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Where are my heroes?
Where are you, my children?

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Where are my own, the dull-witted...
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the original ones?
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Name me, muse,
the immortal singer...

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who,
abandoned by his mortal audience...

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lost his voice.
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He who,
from angel of poetry that he was...

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became the organ grinder
ignored or mocked...

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outside,
on the threshold of no man's land.

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20 Marks, 40 Marks, 80 Marks.
ln a week l could have 500.

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Off to the south.
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What a crazy idea to stand here.
Too much traffic.

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ldiot,
three times he's been this way.

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l want to get out of here.
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lf anyone recognises me, l'll be
thrown out of secondary school.

:42:43
l need Klaus,
he'd take good care of me.

:42:46
He was so good, too good.
And now he's dead.


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