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This used to be the platform where we said goodbye
and met again each working week.
One last goodbye, we kissed here at fever pitch.
Now strong frost, this place has turned. It's over.
I search my sweet, sunny valentine,
fine, happy valentine, smooth, dreamy valentine,
someone feminine, extremely feminine, divine.
That's in my mind. Yes, that's in my mind.
If after all, we accidently met again,
had a flirt, then took a train
our seed would be sunflowers by the railroad.
But what then? You know what then? It's over.
I search my sweet, sunny valentine,
fine, happy valentine, smooth, dreamy valentine,
someone feminine, extremely feminine, divine.
That's in my mind. Yes, that's in my mind.
Copyright by Stefan Scharring (Words, Music, Picture)
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