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(
Hofstede/
Kloet/
Stips - Hofstede)
In a play where the actors die
You told me you were thinking of
The clothes-line in the attic
In a play when the shirts are dry
You showed him the vaccination mark
On your upper arm
I will try to frame your face
I will try to speak your name
Das Maedchen im Pelz
The elevator's gone
In a plane where the stewards charm
You told me you were falling
Out of the highest tree in the world
In a plane flying to Helsinki
Somewhere in a forest
A tree is falling down
I will try to frame your face
I will try to speak your name
Das Maedchen im Pelz
The elevator's gone
In a play where the actors die
You told me you were thinking of
A bathroom hung with dripping blouses
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