Vanitas
The past returns again
far too long to see clearly, far too far away
the image is far too shadowy, and yet always the pain
don't know exactly how it happened, I don't know how it came about
I can certainly repress it, but I can hardly forget it
Something long forgotten is germinating in me
it returns again and takes its course
and dry tears are already flowing, taking their course /
wounds that have long since healed are bleeding, breaking open again
the Time, it heals wounds, but thoughts don't
Time, it heals wounds, but it doesn't hurt

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