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Tiedemanns Kafe
At tiedemanns kafé
at a corner table
sits a rather old man
looking for nice words
he has so eager to chat with the lady
who is sitting at the next table he takes off his hat
And leans forward and asks if I can treat him
to a coffee or three
and maybe we can chat afterwards
it would have been nice
at tiedemann's cafe
She smiles and says yes
he probably thinks she was a little happy
then they sit and talk about everything and nothing
they are both widowed
they wonder where their youth went
they remember it well but it seems so long ago
The time when time
was completely without wrinkles
and the road was often a thousand miles
the time without thought
for when ships sink
long ago
They look at each other and know it can happen
because everyone has been to tiedemann's café
They take each other's hands and walk out into the dusk
life goes on
against the sky a lamp shines above the entrance
to tiedemann's café
tiedemann's café
tiedemann's café

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