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„Remember? A summer evening… or autumn morning by chance…
Light trembled upon the rustling trees of the park,
A foamy coffee you drank, and in the mirror I glanced,
As hope greeted us amidst the leaves of the palms.

Above us, flowers and tendrils afloat in the light,
A tale… of music playing from an old-time cart.
And the whiff of Gundel’s pancake delights,
As we drift to the tunes of cafés of the past…”