Aus dem stillen Raume,
Aus der Erde Grund
Hebt mich wie im Traume
Dein verliebter Mund.
Wenn sich die späten Nebel drehn,
Werd' ich bei der Laterne steh'n
Wie einst Lili Marleen
Wie einst Lili Marleen.
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WITAM, BIENVENUE, WELCOME!
About Me
- Chris
- An Ottawa Valley lad now, roaming between the Golden Triangle and the Pontiac
- Born in Alberta, I knew the pioneer life, was educated by the Sisters of Charity of Halifax and the Oblate Fathers of Mary Immaculate, studied literature, philosophy and librarianship. My career was in archives and computers. I like beautiful things and ideas, and am constantly amazed at how our acts turn into epics even while our life is just a bubble on the sea.
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