an einem samstag im august
geschah es rasch und unbewusst
dass ich mir ein paar strähnen fing
bevor ich wieder heimwärts ging
ein schwarz wie nie zuvor besessen
das ließ mich keinen deut vergessen
vom nichts das nicht geschah und auch
von dem was klang in meinem bauch
so kann es gehen wenn es kam
das herz ist manchmal anschmiegsam
und hält uns auch der kopf zurück
erwischt man doch ein stück vom glück
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