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Expect me like one waits for mail,
all lost dropped and cancelled.
like foreign post, i leave twice a day
but take a week to get there.
Expect me like one waits for rain,
or sleet or hail or snowfall.
like foreign post, i'm lost on the way
and take a week to get there.
I want to be delivered
'til i'm gone gone gone.
The way it's sealed in my heart, i
t's guaranteed that i'm
in your hands
By morning, when you're ready
to read between the lines
and the paper isn't telling you anything.
If you miss me, drop me a line
in care of fin de siecle,
mit luftwaffe.
It's the end of the end of the end.