To me she was unknown
To each, to me for everyone
She was just her, like a frown
But still she was there like a story long
She sat beside me
Interested and to adore
She seemed so lovely, so living-ly soft and tender
And like a butterfly that hadn't spoken ever before
But now she suddenly found how to speak
We talked so long,
And looked in the eyes, just for that peek.
She told and I told that one night
In that one café
Than I showed her home
©Kitesen 2009
translation Dutch to English "Eventjes" © 1969
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