(after Emily Dickinson, after Lina Spies)
If in the early autumn you do come to me
then days of summer it will again be.
I am lonely in everything that I do
when for months I do wait on you
and stupid I am with love constantly
as I long for things to be as it was
while almost in a moment weeks do pass,
but when on a whim you do come suddenly
then days of summer it will again be.
[References:"If you were coming in the fall" by Emily Dickinson."Wie die verlange ken" (Knowing the longing)by Lina Spies.]
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