How many colours have does the light?
Not of the rainbows - this you can recognise with the naked eye.
No, the light which swims in the evening through the streets,
also the light which strokes during the day your hair.
That light which we see common:
everybody at another place, in another street.
Yes, you for whom I longed once: has dismissed me in a light which hurt me.
I looked for a new light which could be to me like an omen and this other hurt even more.
How many colours the light can still have for me.
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