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Again the wind is lost, not knowing what to pull down and what to lift up. Again we stand unsteadily, not knowing what to expect. Stop breathing and don't rush anywhere with this wind: From such a beating the heart can decide something at once. And if we find this place Too crowded and too dark, We'll lose everything that's in us: Our songs and our movies. Again the walls surround you, uninhibited, and decide for you where your body should burn. Again this body combines thoughts and lashes. Through songs, through nerves, you breathe the real sky, check the sky for falsehood. And you give your freedom to the wind, not for the first time. And if we find this place Too crowded and too dark We'll lose everything that's in us: Our songs and our movies